This poem was written for a good friend

I look around me; I see the clouds of gray
I'm sitting in a chair; Can't tell the night from day
Though I am not me; I am distanced, yet I feel
The people all around me; In this world so unreal
Unfocused, but aware; Searching for the door
Walking through the grayness; Until there is no more
I cannot seem to realize; The war is long since done
My trust in you runs deep; Though I still feel the need to run
I can't explain my state of mind; That's why I'm so dazed
Until the darkness of the night; When my thoughts become a little crazed
Don't lock me up, don't tie me down; My mind is prison enough
Just trust my better judgment; And love me, I know it's tough
My walls are strong and ready; I won't raise them but I can
I know I trust you because I stutter; If not I'd be a man
So you see that I am willing; You see my burning desire
You see that I'll walk through this; With my back against the fire
I see that you will help me; That you'll lend me your hand
You've already walked though this; I know you understand
I may have many faces; But I'll show you only one
Unless it is to defend you; So that the battle can be won
I wonder, but I don't know
This is a place I can't boldly go
Be with me now; To help me through this pain
Stand with me in this cold dark night; So that I can face the rain.

By Patricia Berry
August 13, 2002
Posted with permission

 

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