Shameful ThingsA Poem by SamanthaSweeney
Shameful Things Lay coal upon my bed. Burn it to the ground and Let me feel the warm air Skim my skin. I can see the sun crawling Through the ice, The grass sprouts patches of Yellow as I take a final step. I am lead into shameful things In result of my sin. But I’ll pray for some heat For our cold bones. Hearing life scream in the passing wind. Feeling the dead brush past me As I walk into death Myself. I live life like I’m ready to die. Replenish me into The splendor of life, But do not bloom him Into my head, He doesn’t want to know When I tell him, He ignores the truth. I am black where he is white. I am lead into shameful things, Whilst he is submerged into the bath of purity. And I look into the tin she did. I inhale the clouds That the sky is Are relieved of. I look into eyes that are Unseeing. Simple. If I split my body open And pour my insides O V E R Him, He will cowar. Before the darkness of me devours him he will glimpse A fraction of the Abyss of me. He thinks I am all he Wants. He knows not of my Mind, Of my heart As I sit without a Knife... Only a mind full of turmoil. I will walk through The fuel of life And feel weary. I detangle my brain around others Only to find I am Helpless As they grab a length of my being And tie more knots. Twirling, In circles And overlapping Until I am not Myself At All. © 2013 SamanthaSweeneyFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSamanthaSweeneyGlasgow, United KingdomAboutEnglish literature student at The University of Glasgow. I started writing when I was about 11-12 (well writing seriously) It's basically all poetry, can't get enough of it. I love writing so.. more..Writing
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