I know I'm alive because I breathe
insolvent of emotions - Hope, Faith, Trust
Depression falls like misty rain
dampening my enthusiasm, soaking my soul.
I go to work and come home
spending days and nights alone
The echo of my voice is all I hear.
Caught in a space devoid of intimacy
and human touch - unable to cry or even scream
The stress on the psyche much to much.
Teetering between the abyss of happy and sad
comforting words temporarily soothe the soul,
but never make you whole.
Living life vicariously through what you see on tv
close my eyes - wishing, hoping, praying
for a minute it could be me.
They said, "You can have the brass ring too"
Once a believer - now suspect,
Looking to the future all I can see
broken promises and failed dreams.
Just in on the news 'Government Bailouts Rescue Big Businesses'
but who can bailout my Emotional Bankruptcy?
© 2008
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