Friday, August 21, 2009

On the Bottom

I am nobody special.
Pain is delivered to my door.
Disappointment is as frequent as
my drink.
Hope runs out as often as
my boyfriend's and takes much
more than them.
Strength pretends to be my
friend - deserts me when
needed most.
I am nobody special.
Nobody stays. No one Helps.
Who cares? Not me.
Why should I? I've been kicked enough.
And yet, Life goes on,
dragging me along.
Healing.
Does it ever end? this round of pain.
Oh, My Dreams? My Wishes ---
My Hopes -- Oh;
Where did I place them?
I need to Find
Them!




Originally written Oct 11, 1999