Wretched woman am I

I am on top of this mountain.....Rain is pouring down upon me now
Hours of endless longing yet my sun keeps going down
I can hear the whispers of the horrors haunting you within
I want to scream with you..but no voice to scream my friend..
Rain, Rain wash me clean for I want   it...  to let go...
He is never coming where my minds at
so I allow you  to  flow..
Pour out my eyes  right now...and allow me to feel
scouring  pain thats within me that I know  ohh so real
Hot from this desire....  that keeps creeping within my mind
Quinch this burning fire ...True love I'll never find
They are looking at me like a puzzle now trying so desperatly to figure me out
But no one has the gifts I need...When I  now know what lifes about
Freedom to just be alone and let go of all you've learned
for the lesson in it is spiritual and the pain is what shall burn
Bridges that crumble down... hachets cutting through
Trees looking over me... the forest so thick its You..
Vivid are the memories of ones life I never lived...
I feel her touch me now as I reach down so deep
..I speak of Pain for that's her name I feel her when I sleep
I fight it but she keeps coming..to haunt me with realities
Let me go now black widow please stop stinging me...
Wretched wretched woman I am ...luring with things adored
The sites are now fadding ...and now as the rain receeds...
I reach high above my sky and he flys away with me....

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A gut wrenching poem. Old song from Neil Young I believe." Freedom is when you got nothing left to lose." I like the logic and the understanding the cost of being free. No weakness in this poem. Just a powerful logic that could leave you alone and with too much free times.
".I speak of Pain for that's her name I feel her when I sleep
I fight it but she keeps coming..to haunt me with realities
Let me go now black widow please stop stinging me..."
A excellent poem.
Coyote