LITTLE TO NOTHING

This poem is intended to be sing-song, so to speak. Having friends and relatives who suffer from Alzheimer's and Bi-Polar disorders, this is written out of empathy for them.

Little To Nothing

Little lamb, little lamb,
I no longer know who I am.
Little fish, little fish,
why won't you grant my wish?

Little hope, little hope,
why can't I seem to cope?
Little dreams, little dreams,
life is not as it seems.

Little lost, little lost,
I've paid such an exorbitant cost.
Little soul, little soul,
sinking into a big black hole.

Rescue me, rescue me.
Why won't the voices stop haunting me?
Want out, want out.
This isn't what life is all about.

Little nothing, little nothing,
my heart will no longer sing.
Help me, help me.
Is this to be my destiny?

Head spins, head spins.
I don't know where reality begins.
Real friends, real friends,
I pray that the nightmare ends.

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