"oterhead" poems
Can you taste these words?
They are like paint
Over the soul
They’re both bright and warm
Or they’re both dark and cold
They can save a life
Or condemn a soul
They could inspire a man
Or just destroy his hopes
Oh, can you taste these words?
They seem so sweet
But they could just be
Bitter
Bitter like me.
OterHead. ©. 2014
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Here I bemoan the emptiness in my soul
The absence of happiness, the endless cold
I have searched everywhere under the unforgiving sun
And I have found nothing but a broken heart
Yet one spark, took over short after
It lit my way it healed the madness
My mother and sister’s love
The one true thing that I can feel
More than pain and sadness, for their love knows no end.
And I know that it is real.
OterHead
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Can you tell?
That my heart has grown cold
That my scars are now more
And the pain cannot be muffled
That I have drowned my self in pain pills
And yet pain is all I feel
Can you tell?
I’m not the person you once knew
Called out to God while I was dying
Yet God did not answered
I begged for death
While my chest was still open
Yet its forgiving embrace never came
Can you tell?
That all these things torture me, every day
OterHead
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC