Down Here
There is no one down here.
No one but me.
Asking questions without answers.
Would I have fallen, without your push?
Would I bleed, without your cut?
Would I wash, without your dirt?
Would I spit, without your taste?
Where is this place I find myself
with time to waste?
I'm alone Down Here.
They say that men don't cry.
Then what the hell am I?
They say time heals all.
Then how much time is left?
If better days lie ahead.
Then why don’t I
stand and walk away from
this empty lonely unknown place?
I’m hiding from the human race.
I'm Down Here, I'm alone Down Here.
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My book on AD
Then what the hell am I?
They say time heals all.
Then how much time is left?
I can so relate to what you express via your verses, Scott. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Angels descend to the depths of wells to hoist us out on rusty winches. Glad you made it up to the light again. --Charlie
Cryssa
A moving heartfelt poem. Best wishes, Gerald J Tate
I like your style.
Chanti
Be safe,
Karen