Discord Place; a poem.

Wondering through the world, Time just passes by, Not knowing where I’m going, When it’s time to say goodbye,

In a wicked, wrathful world, The one in which we live, Is it better to be taken, Then to lose all that you can give?

When my body is weary, Bones brittle, ready to break, When I am exhausted, Had all that I can take,

More than anything is this world, To be left alone, Lock the doors to the outside world, Grateful to be home.

Home that will soon be gone again, It seems we only just arrived, As if it was all a dream, And reality had lied.

Finally got the final box unpacked, Settled into routine, Only for this cruel and twisted world, To be so foul and mean.

Another move, Another try, another restless night, Another hope, this time for good, Tired, try as I might,

I want to settle into home, Not to move again, I want this world to stop spinning around, No more beginnings and ends.

I am tired of trying, To only die a little more inside, And to push ahead again, Feelings and stress to hide.

Can’t let them see any weakness, Can’t let them see the pain, Never let them see the tears, I can only try again.

Home, so elusive, Yet the thing I crave so much, In a world so far removed, I feel I’m loosing touch,

Can’t seem to feel human, No desire, passion, or drive, Nothing to be happy about, Wonder why I am alive.

I thought life should be plenty, Bountiful, rich, and enjoyed, Yet every time I get on my feet, It seems the world, destroyed.

Tomorrow I will keep moving, So they comprehend I’m not dead, Try to move in shadow, Ignore the voices in my head.

The ones that tell me I am nothing, When I spent all that I am, And when I look into the world, And realize no one gives a damn.

a poem by D. Wyn. Price, All Rights Reserved, 2020.