SomebodyA Poem by Seth ArmstrongThe feeling when you're at the end of the line.Somebody
Lost in the shadows of days I miss, Dead at the patterns of the way you kissed. No, I can't go on like this, So can somebody wipe the blood away from the scars upon my wrists?
Dying on the desert floor of sand, Nothing left to the life I did command, And with my body broken beyond demand, Can somebody be here to help me stand?
Nothing left of what I want to be, Mislead by the prosecution of all that's in me, Forced down on my hands and knees, Can somebody be here to help me see?
My sorrow is a trap so neat, Leaving me in the cold like dead meat. Knowing that I'm on my way to defeat, Can somebody be here to help my heart beat?
I sealed my memories behind the door, I know there's nothing more. With no hope left and nothing now is sure, Can somebody come help me move off of the floor?
My grit is sealed behind my teeth, My will is strung up like the wreath, And with panic rising from beneath, Can somebody be here to help me breathe?
I knew this was the call, And I know this is my fall. Knocked down from a height so far tall, I don't know if anybody can help me here at all.
My dreams will forever keep me captive For the thoughts I can't forgive. And with nothing I can give, Can somebody give me a reason left to live?
© 2014 Seth ArmstrongAuthor's Note
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