Your Poetry Dot Com - Sad Life of a Former Optimist

I don’t have a bad life if only just a sad life
Circumstances brought me low, farther and deeper than I thought I could go
The lower I sink the more I think of how things should have been
The more I sit and ponder the worse my thoughts do wander
My heart sits an empty weight, dragging my soul down like an anchor into a pit of despondency only God could pull me from
I think and dream of wonderful miserable things that fill me with guilt and regret
The life I had in front of me is so far away unforgotten and a nagging tear in the already frayed fabric of my aching falling soul
The heartbreak felt months ago will not mend, will not bend and I cannot escape from the self-inflicted torment
Breaking down inside, outside the walls of my life fall down around me as a sickness, a cancer grows within my family’s mind and body, none are safe, none are whole.
There is none and nothing but the burning anchor that pulls us all into our own hell.
Together but alone we all burn from our own fires, together but completely alone we sit in silence watching the flames burn away the masks we wear. Hiding our faces in shame as the world we knew burns with us.

This poem is Copyright ยฉ erica23