I could only wish

I held a pen in my hand With a book on my desk So many unspoken words filed my hand And an unexplainable neither bearable pain kept hitting my chest I could only wish to Express my feelings Maybe then I'd find a remedy and lay my soul to rest It's no doubt,I might be dead but still living Or maybe living but slowly dying People say time can heal all wounds but I'm not a believer Pain can change a person,kill a person or...teach a person... But what lesson can there be that requires pain for a change?? I've been thrown out by my past But it haunts me Been made to feel like an outcast And it taunts me If I walk into the future I'll be an imposter Of my own world and own destiny But if I pull myself out of this misery With the rope on my neck I hope I find peace and harmony... YOUNGLION 29 SEPTEMBER 2020