Going On
Sometimes I wonder how I can keep going on
The days are too short the nights are too long
The quicksand of frustration is thick and deep
I welcome the dreams that come during sleep
I go to the places I have known earlier in life
When I was living good times without any strife
The people I knew then were so good to me
I had no reasons for wanting to get free
From the constant consistent mental abuse
Dragging me down wanting to get loose
From the albatross of mood swings' noose
Choking my spirit and breaking my heart
If I escaped could I make a new start?
Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2017
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