In a Daze
In a daze
I roam this place
All I see is haze
No one has a face.
The streets are bare
The buildings; grey
And my empty stare
Can't find the day.
How long have I been in this state?
Days and years both feel the same
Insomnia holds me in its crate
My existence so meaningless, so lame.
My eyes are dry
But never close
Accustomed to fire
Numbness grows.
I cannot hear
I cannot see
I have no fear
I can only be.
Foreign to be awake
No memory of sleep
Forgotten all the ache
This curse is far too deep.
But now there is no escape
From this bewildering maze
So I'll continue to navigate
My life in a daze.

Comments:
 
lynda13   lynda13 wrote
on 10/29/2009 11:05:39 AM
You express yourself well in this - you sound depressed. Depression is very serious and if you feel this way alot, please let someone know.

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