| Walk A Mile With each breath I take I fade. My body weak and tired from the pain. My mind unable to clearly think. Depression looms, it’s on the brink. So many thoughts always a fight. Never knowing what is right. Every little thing gets on my nerves. Fight after fight nothing serves. A love so good, yet causes pain. Decisions, tears fall like rain. Stay or go I no longer care. The treatment wrong, nothing fair. The stress too much for me now. My health unable to further allow. Too many meds, too much time. I try my best, try to climb. I want to love, I want to smile. Take my shoes, walk a mile. Copyright Lisa G. King September 9, 2006 |
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Photos by Lisa G. King
