Lil Account of Me

I do not see any bling of hope,

As things, are going these way,

?

I feel like I've lost it all,

Maybe if hope again?

It's worthless,

Because;it occur to be,

I'm hoping,

but everything is dried up,

I don't know if anyone,

Has felt this way before,

The days are plenty,

Some are pink mix with blues,

At night that will display it blues...

I have so many problems,

Untouched,

Not knowing where to begin from, To address.

Faking a smile outside,

Doesn't mean,

I am happy on the inside, pals,

With Lot's of experiences,

Most times. Nights seems like jail to me.

With Every way calm,

Still, they memories are awake,

Like an acid perhaps,

Melting me to lose my senses,

I do wonder if morning ever comes,

Though when I finally wake into it,

I know All these untalked secrets and pains,

Will subside turning into pastence,

And be soon over,

I'm not the first,

Nither will be, last.

Just a matter of time...

07/4/2024