When I was young, I stood
upon Your word, trouble and
heart-ache, I easilly endured.
But as I grew older, (to my dismay)
the simple life melted away. It
seemed so hard to please the elect,
to secure the parts my mother,
and father, could not protect.
How did I get here? I ask my
weeping heart, how is it this
skeleton falls apart? The tendons
and muscles will fight against me,
as every waking day becomes my
enemy. What shall become of me
when my frame wears old? Will
my picture fade or eyes grow cold?
Will I make it through these dark days?
My charished stronghold, evolves to a maze.
Survive, push on to survive, they say it's
worth it, so when do I feel alive? How do
I enjoy the air I breath? or feel the
heartbeat inside of me? I must protect
what I have left, and pound the demons
from my chest. Crying the tears of a
million more pains, and bleed what
hope that doth remain.
A contest entry
- Found/Find/Finding Youself! (with 680 points) by Dreamer42morrow.
650 points, ended December 21, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think?
Comments
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"Survive, push on to survive, they say it's
worth it, so when do I feel alive? How do
I enjoy the air I breath? or feel the
heartbeat inside of me?" <<---the part that really made my heart go "I know EXACTLY what you mean." This is an excellent poem, and the flow was easy and good =D
Thank you for entering, and good luck in the contest!
~Mariah!~ -
I've felt this way before, and the emotion is really amazing in this poem. This is a very good poem, the thoughts people get. :] i liked it.
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