My Dispatch
Emily Arthur © 2005
I find myself trapped
In my bleak desolate
Trying to heal
Proceeding to feel
I’m falling and failing
I cry for the help of those who will never hear me
Or who shall soon forget the plea
I am lonely and windswept
Deserted by my fervors
Misled by my convictions
Cheated by what I thought I knew best
This endless anguish is killing me
I’m drowning in despondency
The joy is gone, it has vanished
We know misery loves company
Yet I scrap single-handedly
Arguing with the truth
My struggles are no use
The one thing I can count on
Is the feeling that I’ve stumbled upon
I am completely lacking
Utterly numb
Deadened to my surroundings
Dull to what I once loved
This is my dispatch
I am ruined.