Numerous obstacles I face turn this air into fire
Our situation has brought misery to me for to long
My soul is secretly weak, and I want to be strong
I see your face and am Slaughtered deep down
I run this household prison, yet when you visit I hide in my room until your departure
I regret myself
I am an existence of pain and suffrage representing death
Meaningless Hope
Illuminous days, restless nights
I resemble a ball point pen, for I am running out of ink each day
Chunks of my soul disappear every day and are dripping from your mouth
I force music into my ears to outrun the night and day mares of you
Pianos bring tears to my soul
Hiding is my Lover
This is my cry,
Your face appears when I concentrate
Hours feel like seconds
God, when will you retrieve my thoughts from your fallen brothers grasp?
I am sick of the darkness, I long to see the light
Why do I wish to cry, but this body give me a headache?
WHY WON'T THIS COME OUT?
I have been running my whole life
Where am I now?
I am so lost and I can not find my way
My mind is restless and I am alone
I grieve with every breath
When will it stop?
I am contemplating my bodies end
Will I die into the same darkness which I live?
Where is my home?
Lord, I am lost
Can I have directions?
Author notes
Written September 10th, 2006
A contest entry
- Pre-write Mania for all! Give me your favorites! by Salt Therapy.
375 points, ended December 28, 2007, 80 entries
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very deep..very nice word play..I'ma add you to my favorites..you keep up the nice work..
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SAD AND HEARTFELT
I am sorry for your pain. I do hope it lessens in time, It never goes away completely but somwehow our minds lets us cope after a while. This was very heartfelt and emotional. Thank you so much for sharing. I shall keep you in my prayers Pain Angel. Hugs and smiles
Take care now, Sandy
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I appreciate that Shirley. You can call me Milk, it is a nickname I earned over the years. All of my friends call me by it, so you may as well. I am trying to make time to read all of your poetry, but I am a pretty buisy person! Hhahahaha, but I love what I read.
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Aww, hun, I'm sorry, I really hope that even though time doesn't really help heal hurt, I hope that your pain will someday not be such a stabbing pain.
If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here, and as always I'll keep reading your wonderful poetry.
Shirley -
Thanks, but I dont think I can ever get over this one. I have been crying for two years. He never even had the courtesy to say good bye to me.
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This is emotionally crushing, and poignant, I was very touched deep down when reading this. Facing my brother sends me to my room to hide as well. Maybe for different reasons or maybe for similar reasons, either way, I feel for you, and I hope that you can make it through as well as I have.
Shirley -
Hahahaha, thanks!
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Stunning write
I see a few mistakes that are quick fixes "I run to this prison", use Slaughter instead, "I am an existance of pain", for "I am running out of ink". Other that that this is an excellent peice that turns from a lover to the lord for assistance. It seems your young soul is older than its body. You have some wisdom in this piece that most older people would be wowed by. You use perfect descriptions that make me wonder. I can see clearly what you want to get out. I hope that your direction has come for it will be ashame if it did not.I see your skill improving as I read your work. You are great. Use dictionary.com if you need to for spelling. It is my best friend cause I can't spell for crap . I have it open when I think I am going to write. My spelling is that bad. -
very strong
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