CRY ALL ALONE

Like moments in time that just slip away
Like yesterday’s tomorrows that never seem to find their way
Like a rising sun that never seems to arrive
Stuck in the sadness of today thinking, this might be the time to cry

Sorry that I can’t seem to get my thoughts out clearly
Sorry that I am not the man I always hoped I’d be
Sorry because my thoughts of confusion make me so dam weary                                                 

Sorry, that in my mind I was blinded but what I could not see

It’s a time when all should really be OK
Surrounded by smiles and laughter with each passing day
But those times, just don’t seem the same much anymore
Life has changed and the time has come, to journey through a different door

With the quiet so loud, it’s plays within my head
But not a sound is heard as a lay quietly alone here in my bed
With no one knocking on my door or calling on my phone
There’s nothing left to do except lie right here, and cry all alone

Times for me are much different now, with not even a single friend
Is this the start of a new beginning or the crashing down to a dismal end
The journey was a long one never knowing where it might lead
A path to nowhere and one I could never see

So, I must make my finale days be one’s that fill my soul
With a smile on my face, love in my heart and blessings that are un-told
For where it might end is a place that I cannot choose
But dear Lord, let me be at peace and my mind not confused

With the silence so loud that is playing within my head
But not a sound is heard, as I lay here in my bed
With no one knocking on my door or calling on my phone
There’s nothing left to do except lie right here and, cry all alone

©  7/25/2022  Written by:  The Depressed Poet Doc Dalton
The Depressed Poet comes from many years of suffering from Depression. While in the hospital for this a doctor suggested that I try my hand at poetry and that is where life changed for me. I wrote about things I never really thought of before like God, Jesus, Heaven and so on. I do not consider myself a great or good writer because, I am not. What I am is a man, who stumbles through his words, so he can make it through his days. I also host a podcast called, The Coffee and Prayer Series.