After years of maturing,
With my mind and heart growing;I thought I was content,
My life with no event;But a glimpse of joy told me once more,
Is this really something worth living for?A shallow husk of a man,
My life with little or no plan;Going through each and every day,
Watching the time slip away;What had once brought me joy,
Was left is ruin, destroy;My life feels so meaningless,
I am left without purpose;That hint of joy and love,
That feeling from her above;Reminded me,
That feeling, happy;And with that faded feel,
Left much to appeal;My current life,
nothing but strife;I long for that warm touch,
But it only feels as a crutch;I must be able to stand on my own,
And for my plights I must atone;But I fear I will be the same,
Alone and in such great pain;For I will not fulfill my desire,
Instead light myself on the pyre;For it is love I do not deserve,
These past scares will always reserve;The mistakes I've made and the people I've hurt,
There is no way for me to revert;And is such the way,
That I behave;Alone and never again to flirt.
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Keep On Keeping On
PoetryFor those who are dealing with depression keep on keeping on