Thursday, 23 June 2011

1997 this was written.

I suffer the day in silence
My thoughts are very few
I try to forget about me
and just think about you

My head is sometimes spinning
I'm like a prisioner in my own mind.
I must try to go forward
Before i go further down the slide.

I wake up with all good intentions
To do what needs to be done
When I am well its great and with such special insight.
I am a person who knows what can be buried deep within
Affecting the everyday living of someone who can also be bold.
  I grant your pardon for all the things i have done
Will this make me well again and be round with open mind.
The gates just seem to be closed as i reach deep inside.

I feel so tired now that I made it up early today.
I will do......... that same tomorrow.

1 comment:

  1. Love this!

    Especially the second verse. Hope you feel the urge to write again

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