The Teenage Doldrums Poem by Blue Pink

A dirty mirror of herself.
Black dark dusk in a bastille.
Millions of miles away from breathing.
Sadness. Sadness. Sadness.
A gray, dreary day covering her whole being.
Isolated in a dimly vague prison.
In a scary silence of walls in the four corners.
A number of raven crows around her head.
Creating a halo of murky thoughts.
Trying to send them away in the river,
Flowing. Flowing. Flowing.
But they fly back to her,
No matter how she shooed them away.

Images of people. Unreachable.
Loved and rich. And unbroken.
But they are unjust. Never were fair.
She cut her strings to people,
as she sees the world in despair.
And tied a rope of fear in a land
to endless.
In a dark long bridge,
Cried. Wailed and shouted.
But no one listens. No one seems to hear.
Louder. Louder. Louder.
...No answer, but an echo of loud scream.

She sailed in an ocean, seeking for a rescue.
There were storms and thunders, striking her brain.
There was a croaky, low voice from
somewhere very near. Uncertain.
Where hopes never loved but death.
Then the boat sank and she drowned, in a
filthy water, that stinks.
But her hand, cold as ice.
Cried for help. She raised it.
Up. Up. Up.
And there was light. Inexplicable light!

Hark! My shepherd, wake up!
The sun rises.
It isn't dark. Not. Not at all.
At night, there are stars, and moon.
It isn't dark. Not. Not at all.
You are loved, but you were deceived.
Of thoughts never had been right.
Rest. Rest. Rest.
My shepherd.
Peace and love you received.
I am your father, your mom and your friend.
Your sister and brother and
I listen to your scream.
Rest my shepherd.
And LIVE your dream.