Along the Path of a Rolling Dice
Alone in a crowd am I,
passing thoughts wonder through the sky,
there's no one to see me fly,
only tears to watch me cry.
I'm a stranger to query there,
unless promises meant to share,
notices just say beware,
I don't know what else is fair.
I've never had a choice,
to express or acquire a voice,
emotions I try to slice,
along the path of a rolling dice.
Enveloped in a sea of madness,
controlled by waves of sadness,
never realising the gladness,
of avoiding all the badness.
Not knowing which way to turn,
paper lies I attempt to burn,
lost respect I made return,
love is an option I get to learn.
Everywhere I seem to look,
compromises that are mistook,
fate seems tied to luck,
like fishes upon a hook.
Lines between love and hate,
time is a wedge that makes you wait,
memories that seem so great,
turn to stone when it's to late.
Cries lost in the haze,
zigzag torches along the maze,
laughter vanished in a blaze,
darkness ends all our day z.
Are you or someone you know suffering from depression?
© 2011 Mark