Sep 2014
I look up in the great big sky
And feel the urge to cry.
I feel alone, lost, and afraid,
Wanting somone to come to my aid!
Death come and take from every pore
For my life is to live no more!
Fierce Winds through the trees
Howels a violent
"follow me"
Silence and calm at a body of water
"What is the cruel meaning of this"
I demand to wonder?
Looking down I see face
And it says to me with great disgrace,
" death not come and take from every pore, MY life is to live more!
I realise NOONE will come to my aid
of my being afraid,
I am in control of my life
I cant. Wont, depend on others for strife.
I AM ME I AM STRONG! MY LIFE WILL LIVE L........?
And feel the urge to cry.
I feel alone, lost, and afraid,
Wanting somone to come to my aid!
Death come and take from every pore
For my life is to live no more!
Fierce Winds through the trees
Howels a violent
"follow me"
Silence and calm at a body of water
"What is the cruel meaning of this"
I demand to wonder?
Looking down I see face
And it says to me with great disgrace,
" death not come and take from every pore, MY life is to live more!
I realise NOONE will come to my aid
of my being afraid,
I am in control of my life
I cant. Wont, depend on others for strife.
I AM ME I AM STRONG! MY LIFE WILL LIVE L........?
I wrote this at 13 when my mother left and sometimes i wish i lived by these words but even still at 30 now this poems of mine fings bells to not depend on others yet has cought me up in a pickle of sorts at time. The Unfinished word to make a point that we never know when that fateful day will come but to live our life til the fulest foerver. how L ....(ong) is that it might be short but not by my doing on purpous.
