Similiar FeaturesA Poem by Sanctuary DementiaThis was for a friend of mine known as nobody08, or Michael/ Mike. Hes amazing to this day and always will be.Tightly wrapped rope cutting off the oxygen And horrendous thoughts want you to cut through skin Doubts surrounding fighting for a way inside And few ever see where your mind has been If they knew you at all, then angels would fall Watched you fight for survival in this life I’d give my life just to see you smile Unknown figure watching you and all your grace I finally figured out you’re a walking angel Listen to the kind whispers that were once unheard Turn around and see the people standing behind you Stand tall, and look at what you have done Escaped the grip of death countless times If only the blind could see how strong you are Then like the angels humanity would fall in tears I know that nothing is ever enough That you stand though you see yourself on the ground But your soaring amongst the clouds Earned respect only a few ever can acquire Surviving is fine; satisfaction rough, but its worth it Twisted and tangled as remember to whisper that ghosts are gone Too long you’ve been strangled; shout to the heavens Bring the angels to their knees as they hear your voice A leader not a follower, always holding the ultimate hand of aces Pray for silence to mend the night I know you can be as lucky as can be, Who knows when the anger and fury will finally cease So until its all said and done just ride on your road and remember Your not alone in the darkest hour, your dreams are real Keep the jewels of true friendship held close to your heart Reject the blade, and altering pills, close your eyes don’t let the words bother you You’ve said what it means to be breathing, and we all sing with you In this land of pain, age, gender, distance, we all have similar features. © 2011 Sanctuary Dementia |
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2 Reviews Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 AuthorSanctuary DementiaNMAboutMisery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..Writing
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