Beginning Yet No End Poem by Jill Ferrey

Lost so lost, in whirlpools of emotion
mind in a muddle, lost in the overwhelming commotion
Life, is it supposed to get easier?
no, it doesn't
it gets worse, like a landslide, devastating everything in it's destructive path

what once was, no longer is
surety a luxury no longer afforded to some
all because of time, yes, brutal, destructive time
yet in in the dark recesses of night, when one contemplates

all one feels, is loneliness so smothering
like breath been robbed from one's body
not even that final merciful breath that one is entitled to remains
as faith, hope and all positive intention slowly wanes

yes it wanes, slowly, painfully, clawing all the while
at one's conscience, ripping through what is left of one; s already fragile heart
leaving a traumatized soul all but recklessly torn apart
this knows no end, yet there was a beginning and a middle

words these days offer little if no comfort at all
perhaps if actions were sincere on an outsiders part
things would not seem so hopeless, so bleak
perhaps, yes just perhaps some hope would start to seep through

to the numb, lost soul, shining a much needed light
taking with it that constant need to always take flight
when faced with the next hurdle, the next task
perhaps it is in this light this soul should once again bask.