Darkest NightA Poem by Rebecca IsherwoodJust another old poem from my high school days.DARKEST NIGHT A night of exhaustion Pure and utter stress Anxiety and worries My body craving rest A whirlwind of thoughts Boggles my mind I try to sort them out But answers I cant find An attempt to single one out Proves there are too many There must be a solution But I havent found any Shoving and pushing them To the back of my brain Strength out of reach I cant stop the rain The tears flood forth Wet, stinging, and hot Streaking my face I cant make them stop Since nobody knows There is no sympathy I have no idea What is wrong with me Over the years Ive collected massive problems My friends have counseled And helped me to solve them Now Im completely alone I cant help feeling lost Actions of others Have such a cost Consequences rampant Seizing all its victims I have a simple quest Why cant I find my HIM? © 2008 Rebecca Isherwood |
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Added on March 6, 2008 AuthorRebecca IsherwoodFLAboutI'm a Jane of all trades. I might as well be a centipede for all the things I have a hand in. I'm interested in all forms of art; Poetry, Photography, Drawing, Sculpture, Arts in general, Music, Lyric.. more..Writing
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