Sometimes.

Sometimes my own vice fails me
And I'm left teary eyed, alone...
Alone, yet surrounded by people,
People I have always known.
I realize my strength when I'm weak,
But forget how to muster it all together.

Sometimes I fall in hopes of somehow
Being saved by a some super human...
My guard is so slow to rise at times,
I adore the dark hearts that mean nothing
But harm to someone strange like myself.
I'm searching for something strange like myself.

Sometimes I look at the sky and breathe in
Deeply for all the things I just can't understand.
I realized upon thinking that I don't know much...
I can spell, and I can breathe, and I can recognize
Pain, and love, and time, and distance, and sickness...
Yet I ponder the power of hatred, and death, and

Refuse to understand how violence can help
Anything but create more pain, and sorrow.
I feel like I've been forced into the wrong world...
I've known pain more than any other feeling,
My emotions have been consumed by darkness,
Hands and hearts are so fragile due to living.

I'm so fragile, so frail, so broken, yet hoping...
Give me a sign that someday it will end,
And love can go back to it roots again....
That hands can reach and grasp again,
I want to breathe and feel life again.
Sometimes I think hope is dangerous.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

I'm so fragile, so frail, so broken, yet hoping...

There is so much truth to that one statement that would make anyone cry and know there is still hope.

[Chels]

Amazing poem, love it.