Take My Hand

In this moment of despair
I am left to wander.
Sitting...still and silent.
Gazing through this plane
into my tortured state of mind.
This place of saddened lonliness.
Of wandering thoughts...to a time
of peace. Happiness

Known no longer.
Clutching depression as my
only means that I am still alive.
Instead of this robotic mechanism
that thrives on the repetition
of the day.

Save me! ...From myself.
I am concaving upon my being
with exasperation and
defeat.
Surrounded by shadows...
that steal my health and
croud my solitude. Mockingly
they judge me...whispering
of flaws and points of weakness.

Where has my solace gone?
That smile and humor...
with affection. Love.
It had pulled me out by my hands.
Out of that swamp of filth.
Filthy, rotten, decay of a
so-called life. I saw the sun...
and for once I hadn't crouched
away. I layed...sprawled out
and basking in such a
peace.

......
But that is gone now.
Dragged away from everything so beautifully
joyous. And thrown back to...
here.