Moody

My life was a mess, in the depths of depression, for the meaning in my life!

Moody, pink and square
Never hurting always theirs
Sad and dark eyes appear

Anyone there?  No words spoken

Heard not one
Pain and fear ever near
Open doors and ways

Invaders go away

Never fun and play
Youth like years only tears
Past and gone

Broken and smudged with filth

Never no good could be
Memories and reminders
Unkind vicious pain

Scars and stains inner remains

Her mind and soul both searches
In a book of love and truth
Promises assured through prayers

Life and hope, a new beginning