Troubles Poem by Phil Soar

There are times
When troubles are meaningless to me
And nothing can explain the way I feel
There are moments
When nothing is all that I can see
And time seems almost empty and unreal

There are days
When sympathy is not the thing I need
And comfort is a pleasure I can't find
There are hours
That I sit alone, and watch as life goes by
And the emptiness makes shadows in my mind

So in measuring
The many ways I strive to ease the pain
I can't complete the course I need to take
But resolving
All these issues as I go along my way
I must forget the times I've made mistakes