There’s Seems No Hope Inside (A Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm not living very well
Though I'm living here
Every day might be as hell
In its time of everywhere
Something in the coming days
With the people aching
Moods of darkish down grays
My thoughts in deep waking

There seems no hope inside
Only my desperate mind
Darks of depressions glide
Leaving my smiles behind
I might not hold too long out
For it’s not in my nature
To be in a state of self-doubt
And its road of nomenclature

My heart's now in emotion
In picking the thorns of life
Life assuredness in erosion
For now is my time to strife
I'm up against dejection wall
That I call my own identity
And have nowhere else to call
But to come back to me