Reflections - a poem by Dickie.

[Dickie]

Reflections. "I hate myself and the things I've done, Then I fear what I'm going to become. My mind goes back to the things I've said, Things which for years my heart has bled. Theres things even now, I still, still pray, That I had done another way. I still repeat times through my mind, Searching for peace of a different kind. If I will find it, I just don't know, Within me the pain continues to grow. When people do things and show that they care, I feel myself, so full of despair. Deep down I know I do not derserve, And so it haunts me like some age old curse. When I dream of that lost paradise, I wake to this world along a river of ice. No matter how hard I try - it's gone, And then I will find myself on the run. Run from reality, run from the pain, Knowing full well it will be back again. I know I should focus on here and now, But I can't because I just don't know how. Then I do things which I know are cruel, I don't mean to but fate lays the rules. And I want to keep nobody close, For fear I hurt them or destroy their hopes. I crave still night where I am alone, The one last place where I am at home. Perhaps there at last, I can be free, From the many things which torture me." - Dickie.

[Gezus]

That sounds deep... d'you write this because you felt like writing something, or because you are really in distress?

[Dickie]

Straight from the heart! As always with everything I do...