Surrounded by a dark cloud
the rain masks my tears
how my hands cover my face
in sorrow for a few moments
those seconds feel like years
I long to feel the sun on my back ,
to know what love is again
Everyday I wake up , to suffer
is my only friend
if I try to resist it's clutching iron gauntlet, it goes for my throat
if I try to pray for peace ,
it devours the face of hope ,
please remind me that I could be loved again , please remind me that good things happen with faith that we could acend,
Voices in my head say the misery will now begin , remind me I'm a good man because I'm fully drowned in my sin
I cannot find anyone I'm lost inside the dark , can you hear my cry when I'm alone , sitting at the park , or when it's late at night and you gaze up to a star, or when the moon shines fully no matter where you are , the wind slowly whispers , it's message from afar , gently says I love you , kissing on your scar , removing my hands from my face I slowly fall apart , put me back incorrectly, I cannot even start
I cannot wake up , or co exist in life
constantly Fighting the shame I carry contemplating the knife ,
I feel I failed the ones I loved
mostly I just cry
where are you when I need you the most to tell me it's alright 😞
Thank you for joining my post 😌 and I'm glad you're not sad springtrap , life is to short. I suffer from bi polar 2 and psychotic outbursts, it feels inescapable at times although I'm filled with love for others and do enjoy to do many things. This poem is merely a shadow that follows me.