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So many reside in this chaotic mind
There is barely room for myself
So much of me sways towards the darkest of days
Seeking heaven
Finding naught but hell
Too many times
I find I’m missing the rhyme
For my reason is lost in despair
I wonder if I’ll ever be myself again

Poetic lines cannot bleed as my eyes
My words never fall as my tears
I’m losing my strength
Despite all I have tried
Nothing’s harder than battling fears
But maybe
In time
I’ll soon find that I’m fine
For the better, I’ve waited my share
Maybe one day
I will find my heart in peace again
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
 Feb 2017 Sarah Elaine
Ashlea
I have been sitting,
Waiting,
Hoping,
Praying,
That you’d come back to me.
You’d see that what you left behind is someone who was special.
Is special.
But I continue to pray,
Hope,
Wish,
And sit
Until you come back home.
Where you belong.
So it began, my life of pain
Covered in shame
Step-dad laid his claim

So it began, my life of woe
Down the rabbit hole
Some known how the story goes

So it began my life of tragedy
It happened so rapidly
It is now my woven tapestry

So it began, my life of regrets
Sadly it's not over yet
Impaled daily on life's bayonet

©Pauline Russell

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