Howl at the Moon

Apathy and anger, which one is winning
Heart keeps thumping, head keeps spinning

 

Try to be positive when everything’s wrong
Try to stay calm, but it doesn’t last long

 

Trapped in a place where nothing is right
Trapped in the dark and screaming for light

 

In a land of strangers with ways hard to know
Isolation, frustration, continually grow

 

Try to be nice, but keep filling with rage
Pouring out vitriol, page after page

 

Temper uncertain, thoughts tinged with madness
Once there was hope, now only sadness

 

Depression for meat, sorrow for drink
A spirit embittered, how low can it sink

 

Alone every day, alone every night
Life full of nothing, no friend in sight

 

A city once loved, now just a jail
Violence like lightning, bullets like hail

 

Gone all the people once held so dear
Gone cherished freedom, trampled by fear

 

Yesterday, tomorrow, all come the same
Nothing to lose, but still less to gain

 

Days only things to survive before bed
Trying and struggling and look where it led

 

Keep marching on and clinging to hope
Tighten that grip on the end of the rope

 

Paint on a smile and laugh like a loon
Hope no one hears as you howl at the moon