Never Ending Battle

All alone in this world, wrapped up in a life were no one wins. Whats the point of the good when its in the same category as the sins. The battle is pointless, its the war that never ends. Sadness creeps in, thoughts changing as the fast as the direction of the wind. They race around piling one on top of the other, until you can't separate a new new born baby form its mother. The cry of paronia hollers so loud, it seems as if the eyes are placed behind a big black thunder cloud. Blinded by the haze of a,"good thing gone bad", or maybe the lack of a parental role that you never had Whatever the reason, your mind goes crazy trying to but together the pieces of a puzzle that is shattered all around,leaving shards of memories scattered on the ground. Anger is there reaching into the depths of despair, emotions it will not spare. If you look very closely you will see the remainder of a bleeding heart, that used to be me. I went off to war and got sweeped away by the sea. I no longer know who I am supposed to be. All alone in this world, wrapped up in a life were no one wins. What is the point if the battle never ends. By: Debra Sloan aka: Godschild