Nothing I can do
Hey all, here is a little something, a small piece of poetry in a whatever style. I figured I'd regale you with the inner workings of my mind while I wait on Maeve for the next bit of In the World After. It's kind of a downer, but try to enjoy it for what it is :)
Is there nothing I can do?
Nothing I can do to help?
These are the thoughts and feelings I battle constantly;
Everyone around me seems draped in the grim shadows of depression
Sadness and fear, terror of what won't come,
And here I sit, with a blank stare and an open heart.
Depression, with its fowl fingers, has never touched my soul
Invaded my heart
How I've evaded it, I can't say
Life, as dark as it can get, has never struck me as dim
For all the bad thing, there are a million more good that just need to be found.
And so, with a blank stare and an open heart,
I battle constantly the feelings and thoughts
Of helplessness
And hopelessness.
Am I simply destined to be the rock in everyone's swift waters?
In the turbulent waves my loved ones face,
Must I always be the one to help bare the burden?
I don't complain, as long as I provide the help they need.
But,
Who, I ask, can be there for me
When I break?
When the storm rages in my heart?
Is everyone but me
blind to how hard I try
To smile
and shrug of the blows?
Can they not see, with my blank stare and open heart,
How my internal torment thrives?
In this not-so-dim life, with all its dark things,
and all it's good things that outweigh the bad,
I try and hold lights up for those lost in their darkness,
But,
What light can I offer,
When darkness is all I see?
With a blank stare and an open heart,
I weep silently,
no one sees my tears.
These are the thoughts and feelings I battle constantly...
Is there nothing I can do?
Nothing I can do to help