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Dec 2014
My past I can’t let go;

All the lies that nobody knows,

All the secrets that I keep

There are no words to speak.


My whole life has been a lie.

A lie that I can no longer deny,

So I come to this point hoping there is still a reason to live.

So I claim to be a lost soul,

Trying to reach out

Finding the piece that makes me whole,

Feeling the tears run down my eyes.

Watching the days just pass me by;

Hoping one day I can spread my wings and fly.

The day I sleep away, the night I stay awake;

Hoping to find a way to turn my life around,

My weakness carries on, but I am letting it get too strong.

It feels like I am losing control. All I want to do is let everything go.

But at the end I’m still a lost soul.

A lost soul

Trying to reach out

Finding the piece that makes me whole,

So I still wonder if I can break the chains;

So I can be free and fly away.

To a place where I can mend the pieces of my broken heart,

So all day long I sleep away and all night I will stay awake.

Hoping to find a way

But until then I am still a lost soul;

As I wait for my love to make me whole
Nash Wolfe
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