Despair

I search the world for answers
to the questions in my mind.
Although, it seems those answers
are the ones I'll never find.

In dark despair I call out.
I scream for help and light.
The source of deep depression
is something I must fight.

I try to ''keep my chin up''
and ''focus on the ball'',
but everytime I take a step
I also take a fall.

For those of us who fight them,
the demons in our head,
we have to force ourselves to sleep
each time we go to bed.

Without my faith in Jesus
and my love of family,
I don't know where I would end up
but I know I wouldn't be free.

by Mary Nagy

Comments (13)

Faith in gentle beauty, the Jesus message. I always appreciate your honest heart on display, Uriah
Your poetry is so refreshing Mary. Reading your poetry brightens up my day. It is true.... where would we be without family. Keep those fingers striking that keyboard. All the best Love Becky
You do nice work, Mary. I wish you well in all of your creative adventures! Sandra Fowler
Those damn demons! I understand the battle you're talking about. I'm waging several of my own. Well put poem. Keep the faith.
very catchy! nice lightish poem with a deeper meaning. Lylyanna
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