Gray Day With Blues by Debbie Rapp, age 15 As I walk down this path, I don't know whether to cry or laugh, As this long day, slowly passes away, The sun goes down, darkness falls all around, The rain comes on, and I sing a song, The clouds are grey, and they won't go away, Everything is in 'Gloom', and my world went 'Boom', The ground is all wet, and I regret, That the ground is giving away, it won't last another day, It seems to be getting worse, OH! it really hurts, The ground is falling through, what should I do? I have nothing to stand on, my whole world is gone, I reach out, but nothing is there, NOTHING IS THERE! - just thin air, There is nothing to hold on to, what'll I do? WHAT'LL I DO? I am mercilessly falling, I am painfully calling, There is no reply, oh my! OH MY!! Nothing I can reach for, no use to live anymore, What am I saying?, what is this game I am playing? There is no life for me, so I ought not be, What's this, I have stopped, I am no longer falling, I am suspended in mid-air, and I can't seem to get anywhere, I am so mixed up, and I can't stop, I seem to be going round and round, there is no up, there is no down, What's this world coming to? You ask me, I'll ask you.
I will be posting my poetry from over 50 years ago, for an insight into a ‘Mind of the Time’. I needed to get it out there, so bear with me, I believe that these poems display some of the ‘Last Vestiges of Innocence’.
I hope you join me on my journey, as I recount many things from my past, and explore the many other creative possibilities in my future. – OmaEagle