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Apr 2010
Every morning I awake is another breath, I wish I didn't take. And no one can convince me otherwise. You can say there's so much more. In life, that's worth living for. But I can't seem to believe you. I fall away. Farther everyday. I can't see past what's in front of me. In life's embrace. This world is a crowded place... And I'm just passing through it. Confined to an empty space... I know my spirit feels the same way... And he cannot stay here... I used to want to have someone, to love and share the path that I am on... But how can I, when I don't love me... Love is just an empty word. Especially when we don't know what real love is and I believe that more than ever... God is love and he knows me, in and out and everything that runs through my head... I asked Him to let me die today... But no reply I guess I have to stay... And I'm passing through
passing through...
Flying away...
Passing through
Passing through
Passing away...
Written by
Christopher Bridgeforth  Indianapolis, IN
(Indianapolis, IN)   
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