Although I sit safely on my own bed, five words endlessly
play through my mind on an eternal loop.
“I want to go home.”
But where is home? Some say home is where the heart lays.
Yet, my heart continues beating, and a sense of emptiness clogs my throat.
Will I forever be fighting toe to toe with this disease,
sometimes happy but always at the mercy of depression? When will I be able to
escape this fate? Soon isn’t soon enough, though there is no room for hope, for
I fear it will never end.
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