Fear trembling shaking old bones aching
Anger constant fighting rage of the unknown of no control
Death like feelings the ending reeling washing one's failing mind every day
Prison of mental illness the worry the fight of a threatened soul
Scary thoughts taking over covered with a blanket of spikes stabbing at a loving heart
Medication not working the last hope for better days slipping away blurred lines altering reality
No help, tick box support does anyone really care with my arms of despair reaching out into a fog of emotional wilderness
All the signs all there, looking back they will say why didn't we see it why we didn't care
When will the release come for the end starting to look like a good friend?
Time to go on a journey to the comfort with family and friends reunited on the other side at piece seeking solace from a different view
Writing these words, as the living clock ticks, don't shed a tear for me just be happy I'm free
So, sending you peace, love and happy days as I wave walk up the stairs kissing the world adieu
1 – is " tick box" a clock? ok, the answer is at end of poem favorite line so far: " When will the release come for the end starting to look like a good friend? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2 – Time for more proofreading. " Time to go on a journey to the comfort with family and friends reunited on the other side at piece seeking solace from a different view " i'd said " of family" and.." peace" ! ha ha. it is in both copies of poem, above. last line; i'd use " wave & walk" but i like it well enough to send to MyPoemList. bri :)