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Submitted by calliope on 3 November 2007 - 9:49am.| Updated 3 November 2007 - 10:49am.
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I’m at the end of sanities rope
What do I do?How do I cope?
How do I go on,I’m at my wits end?
I need a prayer,I need a friend
Lost to the feelings that eat me up inside
Drowning in thoughts I feel I have to hide
For who would understand my fragile mental state?
If they knew all my thoughts I’d be the one they’d sedate
So I lock them away
And say I’m okay
But inside I’m dying
A lonely heart crying
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Lacy I lite a candle for you
a beacon from the gray fog of despair.
I offer prayers for you.
In ink,
David
No matter how much it feels like it you are not alone.
Do you believe in prayer? I am an atheist who believes in it. There are stranger and more powerful forces in the universe than we can conceive of yet.
With your permission I will prayer for you, your poem spoke to me deeply. Also with your permission I will submit your name to my mother’s Christian Covern prayer group. They are a potent force.
Sometimes though it is enough just to know that others feel exactly the same and manage to survive.
I have lived a life like Hunter S. Thompson and survived nearly 50 years through drugs, depression and despair (without his misogyny and guns). Also of course, with love, light and delight.
There is always something better next.
love,
Jess