Tear Stained Glasses
I began; writing in my teenage years.
Below; is one of my first poems!
I look at the world through; tear stained glasses.
Stained with the pain of a broken heart.
Stained with despair; because my children feel I am unfair.
Stained with depression, a feeling of worthlessness, of being on a road going no where.
Feeling; that there is not a one that would care! No there isn’t any one anywhere.
These glasses, that I wear, I sometimes try to take them off and try on a new pair, however; I can never seem to totally break or lose them.
This is depressing. I thank God; for delivering me.