On Saturday, December 25, 2021 at 1:40:18 PM UTC-5, Rachel wrote:
>
> Memory of A Time
>
>
> Their days drag on endlessly
> And nights, disappear
> Into a distant
> deceiving depression
>
> I go round and round
> on this merry-go-round of life
> Bobbing up and down
> On my mechanical plastic painted pony
> Only, it’s not so merry
>
> Oh Lord, I want to get off
> I wish I could turn this thing off.
> I’m all alone, and I
> don’t know why
> I'm still, not dead.
>
> The air hangs,
> heavy
> Around my head,
> as my
> heart sinks,
> In devastated sorrow. All my desperate
> yesterdays, turn
> into dreaded tomorrows, and I
> See no way out; no door,
> no window, into
> any future Living, in a no-man’s land
> Half-way between
> here,
> and the Sound
> of no-where
>
> How,
> can I tell them? How can I
> let them know?
> I, am too
> ashamed
> to look at them, and
> see, myself
> in their unknowing eyes
> The pain is
> unbearable.
>
> Unanswered phone calls
> and letters
> Are pathetic attempts, at
> letting them
> know, That I can’t see
> anybody. I can’t
>
> let them know me,
> Not like this. I’m not me
> anymore.
> Trapped somewhere, in this torrid
> tornado of madness,
> mired
> by this thing
> That I’ve become.
>
> Secluded, under a well of darkness
> ignoring,
> the strangers
> who surround me. I brush
> them off, and pretend
> I am invisible.
> Thinking I can hide, On this
> bumpy bouncy ride.
> I am so tired
> and just don’t want
> to care. My soul is naked
> and I am bare,
> Barren
> of hopes and dreams. of
> rest, and peace.
>
> Tired of this sickness, Tired
> of this never-ending cycle, slowly
> trying to escape
> Day by day,
> living them out, one by one
> Waiting, waiting
> for the miracle, the miracle
> to come.

Good morning, Rachel, the package arrived, thanks.

🙂

Rachel wrote:
>
>> Memory of A Time
>>
>>
>> Their days drag on endlessly
>> And nights, disappear
>> Into a distant
>> deceiving depression
>>
>> I go round and round
>> on this merry-go-round of life
>> Bobbing up and down
>> On my mechanical plastic painted pony
>> Only, it’s not so merry
>>
>> Oh Lord, I want to get off
>> I wish I could turn this thing off.
>> I’m all alone, and I
>> don’t know why
>> I'm still, not dead.
>>
>> The air hangs,
>> heavy
>> Around my head,
>> as my
>> heart sinks,
>> In devastated sorrow. All my desperate
>> yesterdays, turn
>> into dreaded tomorrows, and I
>> See no way out; no door,
>> no window, into
>> any future Living, in a no-man’s land
>> Half-way between
>> here,
>> and the Sound
>> of no-where
>>
>> How,
>> can I tell them? How can I
>> let them know?
>> I, am too
>> ashamed
>> to look at them, and
>> see, myself
>> in their unknowing eyes
>> The pain is
>> unbearable.
>>
>> Unanswered phone calls
>> and letters
>> Are pathetic attempts, at
>> letting them
>> know, That I can’t see
>> anybody. I can’t
>>
>> let them know me,
>> Not like this. I’m not me
>> anymore.
>> Trapped somewhere, in this torrid
>> tornado of madness,
>> mired
>> by this thing
>> That I’ve become.
>>
>> Secluded, under a well of darkness
>> ignoring,
>> the strangers
>> who surround me. I brush
>> them off, and pretend
>> I am invisible.
>> Thinking I can hide, On this
>> bumpy bouncy ride.
>> I am so tired
>> and just don’t want
>> to care. My soul is naked
>> and I am bare,
>> Barren
>> of hopes and dreams. of
>> rest, and peace.
>>
>> Tired of this sickness, Tired
>> of this never-ending cycle, slowly
>> trying to escape
>> Day by day,
>> living them out, one by one
>> Waiting, waiting
>> for the miracle, the miracle
>> to come.

Another read... quite excellent..!