Another TV image, and her brain explodes.
She tries to keep it hidden,
Keep it all inside.
Why do they do this.
These shows, that break the heart,
That hit sore spots...
Just when you think you can be free.
Never. You can never be free.
This pain never dies,
The chains that it binds you with never fall.
Caged forever in fear, in your loss of all your dreams.
Nothing makes sense,
and you hate to look over your shoulder all the time.
Words fail, you try as hard as you can, but you can't make a sound.
The same thing over and over.
The nightmare lives on. Only it is everyday.
No matter when you wake, or when you sleep it plays
Like a broken record around and around in your head.
You scream to make it stop,
Make it all end.. why does it always hurt like this.
YOu are never able to love,
Never able to really feel, to trust.
It hurts to much to let anyone know just how broken you are.
While guilty concious rules.
You know that it is free to run wild out there.
Someday you wish your justice played out.
Someday will never come forever you will be
THE VICTIM.
Please tell me what you think
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Wow that poem gave me the chills. It has so much pain in it that I can feel it in my heart. Good job Becs and keep it up!
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Thanks hun. I just wrote from the heart.
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Full of pain and the terrible knowledge of what it is to be happy but unable to go back to that shining place. You can always write sadness like no one else Rivkeh Lynn. This is beautiful and so forlorn.
BTW, I think it is 'guilty conscience rules'
Deb
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Thank you hun. I needed to get some feelings out. My heart was heavy, and this is what came. I am not the greatest writer interms of technique but I will always try to write from the heart.
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