By R..Shanelle
It’s so discouraging I don’t know why I bother I am so disheartened, what reason is there to smile? When I would do good evil is always present Am I the only one I pray the prayer of Elijah The world doesn’t want me because I choose not to fit in The church never did I stick out like a sore thumb And with all the heartaches and sleepless nights, I wonder Lord, do you still want me? Am I still your most prized possession Do you still love me? I know this road wasn’t easy but can something ease up? Can some good things happen to me? So that I can breathe easier or just give me a cool drink of water before I die I am accused at church, at home; please don’t let greater friendship repeat itself Or Mr. Q or even Anthony….I mean let’s be honest how much can one heart take before it fails or arrests? The hunger pains are a temporary distraction from the hurt that throbs in my heart…All these grievances I have diagnosed the inevitable, I have no choice but to succumb and surrender to the black hole I call depression The fighter, the individual, the one we know and love will be temporarily unavailable, not reachable at this time Will be replaced by the distant zombish, emotionless and mundane that was birthed Nov.9, 2007….affectionately named “The protector”….see you next year