
Time speaks to the emptiness that suffocates
I am here how can this be don’t you see me
Life’s focus at times can be like a drill hollowness leave you feeling invisible
So many struggle to connect fells like a noose around the neck
Words and phrases which try to describe the pain inside
At times it all seems so unbearable one thing is clear they are still here
Rise with the tide some many emotions brewing inside
Seeking something to stop the pain escape becomes the name of the game
Mental health requires support not legislation talked about in court
Some things seem like dreaming when they take the human out of human being
We are the collective that frames the human soul
The consciousness has evolved but grown cold
This burden weighs upon the young and the old
So many who stand up that much is very clear
We must come together and help whilst they are still here
About the Creator
Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online




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