My disease
By Jewels5150
Joy--why does it not remain? Pain and depression engulf me in their icy grip. I long for the light-heartedness that I enjoyed; brief as it was. Why does the heaviness and discontentment have to return--again; once more? Inside I scream in anguish, but no one knows. Do they see it in my eyes, hear it in my voice? And if they do, do they really understand--do they care? I want it to go away, all the torment, aching and misery. I reach out for help; but they don't understand. "Do something to keep yourself busy", "It'll pass soon", "Try not to think about it, they respond immediately. They do not know, do not understand. I continue to search for comfort; within; from God. Finding none, I look toward sleep--surely there I'll find comfort and peace. And I do. Until the next day. Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 02:56 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Joy--why does it not remain?..."