I must confess,
That I’m depressed,
From all the stress,
That is impressed within my head,
Which makes me dread,
The dead souls that I fed,
Draining the rain from the reservoirs I’ve shed,
Leading me to walk on a thin line of thread,
I feel like I have no where to turn,
I think that all my bridges have burned,
And now all that I have yearned to earn,
From what I have learned,
Feels like it’s adjourned,
Now all my concerns,
Are making me wonder if I can return,
To the term,
When I was more firm,
I must focus on being strong,
Try my best to hold on,
And remember it won’t be too long,
That I’ll feel like I belong,
Back with the birds singing sweet SONGS!!!!!
Copyright © 2012, by Adele S. Williams