AprilA Poem by Jesus & Gypsy Soul
April
I'm as stirred as these stormy days & I whither along with the weeks He speaks nothing but misery; it's the life that he seeks This rain brings a dullness, an ache to my bones I'm craving this thing; this life unknown Here are troubles that taunt me and torture my dreams That weaken my soul, that limit my means Forgetting what it's like to desire anything... So I pour this gasoline & I light up this match In a desperate attempt to find my way back I burn this glasshouse to fumes and ash.. They say April showers are what bring the flowers in May I imagine the warmth, I imagine the day Of a safe house that's filled with bright sunlit rays But try as I might & try as I may To plot my escape; get away from this place I suppose I must awaken from this very dreamful state. © Copyright 2016 Elizabeth Eberhardt All Rights Reserved © 2016 Jesus & Gypsy SoulReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 19, 2016 Last Updated on April 19, 2016 AuthorJesus & Gypsy SoulSan Antonio, TXAboutI'm a 31 y/o lady out of south Texas. I’m just here to see if I can draw some inspiration and perspective from fellow users. Please- if you feel inclined, I'd love any critiquing you'd have .. more..Writing
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