Drought.

Drought.

A Poem by Lydia

Ceaseless salty tears

Run down my cheeks

And soak through my soul.

I’m tired of crying,

But I’m not quite

Sure how to stop.

 

Give him up

Give it up

Hopeless

Hopeless
 

(There’s still Hope)

 

I’m growing weary

Of being told what to do,

And what to think,

And how to live.

I can make

My own decisions,

Or I will die trying.

 

Die, Die,

Die trying

 

(I want to stay Alive)

 

A battle rages for my soul.

I don’t care who wins.

I don’t care about a lot

These days.

I don’t care.

But I do.

Honest,

I do.

 

(Don’t believe a Word I say)

© 2008 Lydia


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Contradictions, I love them, they are all over this piece. It really shows that confusion you are getting at.

"Ceaseless salty tears"
-- This sounds great read aloud, I love all the "s" in it.

Have a nice day!

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Lydia
Lydia

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I'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..

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