I fight myself on a daily basis
It's not that I hate myself, per se;
it’s that I still see all the faces
of all those who went before
who put me on “ignore”
or far, far worse
I am my own worst enemy at times
still listening to invisible demons
If you read between my lines
you’ll see I don’t always vote for freedom
It’s too easy to be overcome
to just succumb
to those dark, sweet whispers
So the battle rages on inside of me
mostly in waking, sometimes more in sleeping
I am unable to set myself free –
maybe temporarily –
until I once more end up weeping
no kind thoughts for safe keeping
just darkness and pain
again and again.
© 30/07/2015.
Showing posts with label crying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crying. Show all posts
Friday, 31 July 2015
Wednesday, 29 July 2015
Today She Died
You would have thought
she’d learnt her lesson by now
all the uncaring fools
who’d gotten a piece of her somehow
Yet first she cried
She was wrong again
his fists said to her
this time he’d make
the pain last forever
She couldn’t survive
And he didn’t stop
even when her screams ceased
pounding out pools of blood
until she was deceased
So today, she died.
© 29/07/2015.
she’d learnt her lesson by now
all the uncaring fools
who’d gotten a piece of her somehow
Yet first she cried
She was wrong again
his fists said to her
this time he’d make
the pain last forever
She couldn’t survive
And he didn’t stop
even when her screams ceased
pounding out pools of blood
until she was deceased
So today, she died.
© 29/07/2015.
Wednesday, 22 July 2015
Living
Open your mind
to the possibilities inside
all the wonders and joy
that you like to hide
all those impossible moments
you would never have felt
if you’d just let yourself
stay on that shelf
if you’d never allowed
yourself to feel
all the happy moments
that can be real
you’d still be sitting there
alone and crying
so unhappy
thinking of dying
if you’d never allowed
yourself to believe
that you could let
yourself truly live.
© 21/07/2015.
to the possibilities inside
all the wonders and joy
that you like to hide
all those impossible moments
you would never have felt
if you’d just let yourself
stay on that shelf
if you’d never allowed
yourself to feel
all the happy moments
that can be real
you’d still be sitting there
alone and crying
so unhappy
thinking of dying
if you’d never allowed
yourself to believe
that you could let
yourself truly live.
© 21/07/2015.
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Wednesday, 25 March 2015
Come What May
Whispers, remnants
slowly dying
Another day
full of long sighing
In wakefulness
we're far from our best
But even in sleep
we find no rest
Tortured soul
eternally crying
Singing winds
forever lying
A voice, it says
how we are blessed
Though we fear
it does nothing but jest
We drift away
emptiness on all sides
Impossible to find
some place to hide
From the black of night
that lives in day
That ensures we can never
find our way
The water we drown in
is too wide
All help and hope
has slowly died
Yet still we look for
one person to say
That they’ll always be there
come what may.
© 25/03/2015.
slowly dying
Another day
full of long sighing
In wakefulness
we're far from our best
But even in sleep
we find no rest
Tortured soul
eternally crying
Singing winds
forever lying
A voice, it says
how we are blessed
Though we fear
it does nothing but jest
We drift away
emptiness on all sides
Impossible to find
some place to hide
From the black of night
that lives in day
That ensures we can never
find our way
The water we drown in
is too wide
All help and hope
has slowly died
Yet still we look for
one person to say
That they’ll always be there
come what may.
© 25/03/2015.
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