Rhonda Baker

The dark is a coming will I make it another day?
Sleep won't come and the days on replay
My heart is so brittle, threatening to break all-apart
No adhesive made to mend this little heart
Surrounded by people, but lonesome is my soul
The dark is coming with no place to go
Feelings of happiness seem foreign to me
Waiting for some joy to finally set me free
The Poet longs to write this world a better place
But the words are lost on this whole human race
I shouldn't worry and just go along for the ride
But the dark is coming with no place to hide
I can only see life through these hazel colored eyes
The feeling of pain comes as no surprise
Anger is quick coming from every direction
With no penalty or the slightest correction
Some days it takes all of me just to abide
The dark is coming with no place to hide
I was born kicking and screaming into the light
But when I die…I'll go quietly into that goodnight
Letting go of this world and all of the drama
Rescuing my soul from any further trauma

10/9/12