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Zelda Apr 14
This life was a mistake
A choice I wasn't given
A story I didn't write

Prune the branches
The wounds weep
Sap like sorrow—
Grief without end

Sever the root
To bring relief
But the story withers—
And still, the ache remains

I'm at a crossroads
All I write is wrongs

  A rootless thing,
  Still reaching—
  I never asked for this

I am afraid of death’s kindness,
But life is no friend of mine
April 14, 2025
Michael Matthews Sep 2022
Every night I'm reliving my past
Seeing my mental and physical abuse
My time is running out fast
It will not matter what I choose
This is the time to make my amends
For all the wrongs I have done
Before this life comes to and end
And I have to go back to where my life begun
I will lay down in my bed tonight
And know I have talked to God
So my life will be complete
And my soul will be restored.

Written by
Michael Matthews
Bongani G-kay Sep 2020
I thought she was the one...
I thought she was mine forever as she vowed...

I thought she loved me...
I thought wrong...
Right?...

I thought....my thoughtful...
I was a fool...
To think you will stay...
I was fooled...
I didn't even notice...
What you were doing behind my back..
I was wrong...
Right?...

I loved more.....
I loved more....
More than i love my self...
I loved the wrong one...
Right?...

I can't right my wrongs....
What is gone is gone...
Maybe i really deserve to be alone....

Am lone...i feel empty...
Without you...
I still love but no one will love me back...

Right my wrong...
I can't...
Cause i can't erase past written....
Right my wrongs
Sam Swaratsingh Jul 2019
Committing the sins that I have,
I've turned the warmest days into the darkest nights.
Looking back on my past,
the most I can do is forget my wrongs and do what's right.
People have opened themselves and provided me with a home
forgave my mistakes and with my sins,
they've helped me atone.
Now that mental and physical scars have healed,
and I've found the one I love most,
I can finally say my fate is sealed.
Are you flying or are you just a cloud?
Am I
Flying or
Am I
Just
A cloud?
Are you flying or am I just a cloud?
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
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