My pen feels heavy
My mind marose
A new state of living
Comatose
I still breathe
In this bitter silence
Yearning to explore
Death
What has become of my soul
Desperation
I climb back into an alcoholic
Deepness, darkness
One humongeous
Calamity filled hole
Dreary days appear
Piercing my heart
Little moments of peace
Fade quickly
To the past as
Insanity returns
Trying to resolve this disease
I ponder which way to turn
Back to a higher power
Or just burn with
The non-believers
Lost souls
Matt Mondschein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-souls-6/
