Dear Lord.

As I sit here..

Again, infront of my desk..

Awaiting cramps of sadness..

I can't think clear..

What is happening?

I would give up writing, if it could make him fit..

Why do I sit here?

Well, I already know the damn answer..

If I didn't sit here, I would be massacre my arms..

I'm so scared..

What if the doctors finds something highly dangerous?

What am I supposed to do?

My prayers doesn't seem to be heard..

I can't keep my head held high..

I'm going under..

My nerves are flayed..

I'm falling inside the black..

Please..

Please don't take him away..

I'm breaking..

I'm Lost..

Dear Lord..

Free him from those coronary thrombosis..

 

 

Written By: A Fallen Heroine..

Date: 30th of April..

Dedication: My Dad..

Author's Note

Ignore Grammar Problems..
Honest Opinion..

Reviews

[Cynthia]

It can always happen, the same kind of situation, but not giving up is what makes you stand again! So, NEVER give up, stand up and take up a pen to write, writing keeps you clear of things, keep a diary, it'll do the same
For the poem, I like it, good flow, emotions are clear and strong!
Nice Written!