Don't have far to go to the bottom of life, nothing has gone
the way I felt it should.
Life is a disappointment most of the time, can't seem to
make it right no matter how I try.
When will knowledge or wisdom come into my being? How long
will it take to learn what life is supposed to be? When can
I find out?
Everywhere is darkness and emptiness, a blank note of life
with tears all over.
Wherever love is, it's always hiding, waiting for someone
else to come along.
Thinking forever is too long, life ends it's show, let's
the curtains fall and saves the applause for another
generation along the way.
It has been too far, crawling alone, life has just lain
down exhausted from it all.
Another day finds everything pretty much the same as when
it started out, with nothing to it's name.
It's always that way until the last day of life puts the
score to rest, having done it's best, it can sleep forever
more without guilt, shame or doubt.
Life's candle just goes out and that's the end of it all.
Even with knowledge and wisdom, everything ends and no one
learns anything from experiencing death.
There's just no more air to breathe, as our bodies take in
their final gasping attempt to breathe and then they end.
Very touching and heartfelt. Death has no boundaries and so it is the great leveler of life. Love this RoseAnn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Stuck in darkness is not the place to be but this poem shares the utmost in depression and with depression comes so many dark experiences. The good thing is though experiences are marvelous and such we can learn from and we choose whether to move forth or not to so it's really up to us as to where we want to stay. Failures can be considered negative but I think again they are experiences that will eventually lead us to success so I prefer to think of failures as stepping stones to the light of success. Many say we are not perfect but really isn't true that in our earthly imperfections we are indeed perfect...Well it's all in the way we think and we are what we think so climbing out of depression might be a slow process but in the end the journey will be worthwhile...My thoughts, excellent poem RoseAnn.....