Life is like a prison
Breaking out I do not try
No one seems to listen
Or care if I live or die.

I climb walls of insanity
Riding waves of deep despair
If I fall it doesn't  matter
There is no one to really care.

Can't seem to find a window
To see birds, trees and sky
 I'm better off without one
Then I won't aim so high.

Reaching for freedom is very painful
For those feeling locked away
Hoping for joy, love and happiness
For me has gone astray.

I struggle alone in the darkness
Reaching for a glimpse of a sky so blue
But my mind makes all the choice
And enforces every thought too.

Walls built by our society
Many rules I must adhere
If I breach the acceptable
I know I must beware.

Hide my pain and carry on
Routine seems to be the key
Do not let on that you are not
What you are pretending to be.

Lock it all up inside you
Though badly it may bode
Know the day will soon come
When I most likely will explode.

Leaving nothing but an empty shell
Of what I was or will ever be
Living each day in a hell of my own
Is the future that I can see.

So how can I continue to grow
With a time bomb ticking inside
And how can I defuse it
When I feel that I have died.

The struggle that I am enduring
Is a slow death in every way
I ask my Father up above
Bring me out of this darkness today.

I sometimes feel His closeness
His love touches my very core
Help me Father from this depression
Walk with me forever more.

Ginny Bryant©

Ginny's Gift Of Love

NOTE: Ginny's poetry and verse is Copyright through
the Library Of Congress and cannot be copied
or used by whole or part in any way without her
written permission....