If it was the way I wanted it
things wouldn't be this way.
So hard to continue like this
never ending sorrow.
I try to escape
but it is too hard.

As the mind walks
through its shadowed fields,
the thought of happiness
is possibly the true purpose.

Maybe just to taste it
for a second or two.
Everything you ever wanted
in the palm of your hand.

The pure joy of the moment
because it was all there.
Like a perfect dream
that was too good to be true!

If it was so,
I would be free.
But the mind is like a hunted animal,
it knows when something is wrong.

Then the clear image of the harsh reality
now re-appears again,
to plague and depress you.
But at that one moment, It Was All There.

Written By Doug Black
a.k.a SorrowSoul

"This was one of my first poems I wrote back in my early
highschool years. Not my best work but for my first attempt,
I thought it was pretty good. Although this was wrote many
years ago, the themes of my works stay fairly consistent.
Please add any comments and more current works will be
posted soon. Thanks"