The Image Poem by Ivana Mabry

The image depicted by society has become an obsession,
The best of days leave me in a kinda high depression,
Dreaming dreams that are meaningless when dreamt,
Speaking your mind, to say what you meant,
Anticipating death with each step that you take,
Every mourning you rise just to wake,
You lose a friend and get lost in the past,
Wishing those days would always last,
Eternally broken with a soul too hard to mend,
You spend your life in search of a friend,
You love for love with nothing in return,
Is life what we live or what we learn?
His touch his smile, the warm embrace,
If time is limited is life a race?
To give and take without a thought-
Is this how we are or what we’re taught?
Is the image we see who we are…?
In attempts to get close we grow far…
Secrets we keep, smiles that we fake-
Oh how I wish from this nightmare I’d wake.