All Is Lost
I sit now in my own private hell.
Totally alone and prone.
I'm spiritually dead,
not much different in the head.
How can I go on?
Abandoned by all my 'freinds'.
I just keep meeting all these dead ends.
I see no way out of these dark decaying paths,
all the while God just laughs.
All the world forsaken and shaken.
Jesus Christ how much can be taken?
Hopeless, hopeless.
It's all so pitifull it's jokeless.
I feel so sick.
Just let it end quick.
All is lost. My hope, my pride.
Needless to say it's a slide.
God I've had enough I cry.
No one can help.
I'm just stuck here in this hopeless belt.
Suicide is the only option,
but I can't even get that job dealt.
Where do I go and what do I do?
I guess I'll just bid you all adieu.
poem by Michael McParland
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