The Blight
I guess I finally lost it,
Crying in the darkness of night.
A week with no sleep does that,
Just makes life an endless fight.
Why do I have to be so empty and alone,
Why can’t I ever see some light.
Every breath is harder than the last,
The darkness brings endless fright.
I see the stars way up above,
So far but still so bright.
I wish that I could be there among them,
I wish for once love could be right.
I barely know who I am now,
I don’t know hallucination from sight.
I’m not even sure I exist anymore,
This is just my final plight.
It’s not too late for me yet,
If I can only take flight.
Please help me get out of here,
Oh please help me out of the blight.
This poem is copyright © to Mike
Davidson 1998