How long must I keep playing
in this game where I am losing;
losing my mind and losing my hope
of ever being able to cope.
To cope with life, with stress;
to face all these challenges;
to be able to see clearly
that from depression I can be free.
For now I can hold on,
but I wouldn’t know for how long.
For I’m still in this dark night;
not knowing when I’d see the light.
I’d like to win this battle, I do;
but maybe I’m one of those few,
few warriors who can’t just win
even just the kind of life in their dreams.
(I don’t know if this makes sense anymore.)
May12’14
Somnolent Soul 