Misery

He wakes up feeling helpless,
wears the same clothes every day
His eyes are red and swollen
from the tears he held at bay
He smiles, for a second
but the skies are always grey
he’s broken and he’s lonely
heaven knows he’s lost his way

~ Andrew
I’ve been feeling a little bit lost with my writing recently, nothing makes me feel accomplished and I’m finding it harder to post things I’m not entirely satisfied with

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3 responses to “Misery

  1. FAB poem Andrew! It reminded me of a man in here named Roy who is mentally ill….somewhere between Bi-Polar & Schizoid…he is avoided (because of his volatile outbursts) & does not change clothes or bathe for days…..so very sad….
    I know you were writing about yourself & you are by no means mentally unwell>>> I just ‘saw’ Roy in this poem 😉
    Sherri-Ellen

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