On the Move

An old, old poem…

Lost in the shadows of depression,

Nothing can save me.

Wandering the streets of shame,

And I have no one to blame.

No one to hold me as I lost the will to love,

I carry myself through life and hope to go above.

I can not pretend everything is alright,

Not without my home.

So many memories and good times,

They all fade away.

And as I do something wrong,

I’m on the move once again to find where I belong…