To All Those I’ve Hurt
What can I do, to escape my despair;
when depression takes control?
I feel nothing, but emptiness, everywhere;
while sorrows inhabit my soul.
I sense a cloud; surrounding my being;
the background becomes my home;
no longer do I wish to be heard or seen;
my soul has become all alone.
I have loved so many; that don’t love me;
while others don’t even know I’m there;
from sorrows and sadness I’ll never be free;
since those, close to me, don’t care.
I’ve been writing my love in poetic expression;
my thoughts and words, are all I have left;
my poems have also become my confession;
in pleasing those close; I’ve been bereft.
How can I atone for my failures of the past;
my love is sincere and devout;
nothing is forever; destiny’s die has been cast;
my presence will soon fade out.
I’m writing my love; that few will ever read;
for, there’s nothing else I can do;
most only read words from those who succeed;
failure seems all I imbue.
I’m not alone; in all things. I’m feeling;
retribution and hate; all must avert;
the lack of love; leaves multitudes reeling.
Please, God send love to all those I’ve hurt.
Monty 6/10/24. # 2,151