I am laying down my pen and paper No longer will I write. I am tired of this battle No strength no more to fight.
These every day battles are taking its toll on me Darkness seems to surround me No light do I see.
I’ve always written about the beauties That surround us in our lives. Now all I see is darkness in every corner of the room Then I feel the emptiness, the heartache “and the gloom”.
How can I write happy thoughts when I am full of pain Everything is changing , and yet I stay the same. My pen is getting heavier- the thoughts are cloudy in my mind I keep telling myself “that I’m doing fine”.
It was once easier to lie to myself -rather than admit defeat That I am no longer at my fullest peak. So with sad heart- the flow of ink will stop For I have reached my climax – I have reached the top