As I awoke this morning from the bed where I had lain,
A sense of apprehension and anticipated pain.
I cannot find the weapons to combat a hurtful mind,
No thought of good to shield me, no prayer of any kind.
I pound a fist of rage within, no outlet can I see,
An ineffectual feeling that my mind will not let be.
I seek to find some happiness, or even restless peace;
Remembered thoughts from long ago, as light and soft as fleece.
Smiles and laughter’s echoes seem to fade beneath this pall,
The strengths on which I built in life, no longer can I call.
My mind is beaten down and hurt, but refuses to give in,
I’m not sure that I’d notice, did I lose or did I win?
It seems so easy to let slip, kind thoughts, between the cracks
Not trying to dispel the smog which spews from mouth-like stacks.
Soft words can not strike down the shields of minds that will not hear,
Most actions, misinterpreted , no chances to make clear.
How can my world be skewed so far, without me falling off?
I need so many answers, but admit I’m at a loss.
The waves that are the vagaries of life have cast ashore
My thoughts and caring efforts, which time seems to now ignore.
The more I think of things to help, it goes from bad to worse,
I cringe and seek some solace, putting feelings into verse.
Seeking only clarity, a path to love and light,
It can’t be wrong to look for good, and not give up my fight.
By James Geehring
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