I Am Hopeful

Wandering with a mind and heart filled with grief,

wishing these dreadful moments could be only brief.

Thoughts that eat away at your life, draining your energy,

Not able to appreciate existence as if it were an allergy.

Wishing I had guidance or a source of solace,

Feeling like I'm in an empty world that's godless.

Tiringly holding up a heavy head,

filling myself with life instead of being a part of the walking dead.

I've had enough of losing many that I love,

so I seek comfort in praying to the one above.

I long for eternal slumber,

but I know this pain won't last forever.

Someday I will triumph and feel whole,

for I am hopeful.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Wanderingsiren

This was lovely!

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