Come Home Poem by Luke Gentry

People always tell me that it could be worse. But in my eyes I'm at the lowest I have ever been. I am easily forgotten my candle is running short. I cultivate the will to get better. But I find it to be worthless attempts. No one but myself can understand the extent to my suffering. Depression distorts my perception. I feel degenerative. I have surpassed the edge of exhaustion. My body is getting weaker and weaker. My love has dimmed and nearly out. My spirit is as lost as the day it was put in me. Close minded enough to believe that guilt upholds justice so blaming myself is inevitable. I don't want sympathy. My unvarnished honesty deserves respect. Forever I miss your timeless smile. I have to force back my shame and hide my pain it is a one man battle with an endless enemy. But I will go on fighting. Until your carved in name at that diners table gets polished off