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Feb 2012
I ache and I ache without a break I ache
Enough, enough it is more than I can take
An antidote,  a cure this is what I need
For from this ******* I endure  I need to be freed

And yet and yet the rope that holds me
The voice the siren  the false hope I hear on this sea
Pulls back, tugs back down it holds me
I don’t, I don’t understand my misery  

And yet I know where I need to go
And yet my progress drags on moving so slow
Why oh why must you be my anchor
Why, from land do you keep this sailor?

Spurned out, cast out I left in dishonor  
A heart cut down, I was left to morn her
And so I tried and tried to go and leave here
To escape, to be free from this pain that me sears  

And yet I try but that step I don’t take
For when I do leave, and pull out this hurtful stake
A black a dark sound my soul will make
For it remembers the sun, the warmth,  the love it was forced to forsake.
Written by
Elvis okumu
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     amanda, --- and Elvis okumu
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