She sits on the earth, looking up to the heavens
tears begin to flow, heart pounds,
she feels empty and lost,
all hope is dying ...
A dream of a tale, her Romero to come
but only horror in tow, only God knew
the nightmare
the dream ...
A dream of lonesomeness to believe, deceitful
and cruel that others have been, feelings
start of corrosion, intimacy
with fools only
weakness
builds ...
Her face is flush, from the hurt inside
anger lives to know she's alive
wiping way from moisture
from her eyes, a feeling
is felt untold ....
Her heart knows she is strong but the bricks build,
more walls to come, the muscle of life hardens
no light or darkness can seep into this
comfort of being one with herself
and her Lord ...
Debbie Brooks 2014
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
She sits on the earth, looking up to the heavens
tears begin to flow, heart pounds,
she feels empty and lost,
all hope is dying ...
A dream of a tale, her Romero to come
but only horror in tow, only God knew
the nightmare
the dream ...
A dream of lonesomeness to believe, deceitful
and cruel that others have been, feelings
start of corrosion, intimacy
with fools only
weakness
builds ...
Her face is flush, from the hurt inside
anger lives to know she's alive
wiping way from moisture
from her eyes, a feeling
is felt untold ....
Her heart knows she is strong but the bricks build,
more walls to come, the muscle of life hardens
no light or darkness can seep into this
comfort of being one with herself
and her Lord ...
Debbie Brooks 2014
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