HealingA Poem by Miss SheaI’m facing myself Alone... Unarmed… Fighting to right All of my wrongs I see the truth How pathetic I am Banging on Death’s doorway Wishing away hell I hear my cry The whispered screaming Begging release… Relief… My own fear Is choking me now I’m drowning … I’m dying… I want out. All but tasting The freedom I want Away from this life Out of the dark Forever I’ve feared reality But I can’t anymore I’m trying so hard To light my dying world To escape from the night And mend my broken heart But no method seems to work And nobody seems to care It is myself I will rely on To ease the relentless pain For a while I will suffer Until the sun shines Chasing away the storm And bringing clearer skies
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Added on April 10, 2008 AuthorMiss SheaBurlington, NCAboutI believe : Activity [is a necessity] Art [is a way of lifeand has become a huge part of my life] Ideas [are bullet-proof] Books [are addictive] Poetry [is painting with the gift of speech] .. more..Writing
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