Nowhere At All


I have nowhere to go

Nowhere to turn

My mind is in circles

Ever it churns


Should I have done this

Could I do that

But instead of action

I stayed there and sat


Fear is my torture

It kept me from there

It also keeps me

From parting my hair


So full of revulsion

Depression on rise

A heart full of tears

Clouds in my eyes


I have no history

That seems to be me

That is nothing joyful

So little happiness I see


There are only instances

A glimmer and hope

Maybe even then

I think of a rope


Intoxicants to ease

The pain from my soul

While hiding away

On my joyless knoll


But I have my fear

My savior and ally

To keep me apart

From that falling sky


From hopelessness I go

To a depressive state

Many a day it seems

For death do I wait


Looking for comfort

While on my way

But not really wanting

To continue my stay


Looking for friends

I really have few

Only greetings of

Hi, how are you


Superficial at best

No depth do I feel

Only pain of rejection

Seems to be real


And so I go on

Through clouds of dismay

Hoping that freedom

Will soon come my way.


Barbara Blackcinder



About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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1 Response to Nowhere At All

  1. mary says:

    “Nowhere At All” left my iPhone so wet with tears that I feared I might have to throw it into a bowl of rice to save it! More imperative is: how do I save you, my friend?

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