Will I really make it,
How do I endure,
Questions unto which,
I'm still a bit unsure
Tragedy strikes,
One after another,
No time to breath,
In their wake I smother
Gone for a moment,
Let the healing begin,
But before I know it,
Tragedy strikes again
It's on a crusade to destroy,
What remains left of my hope,
And when I think about just ending it,
It returns to hand me the rope
Its merciless mockery,
Has no shame,
It reminds me of all,
For to which I'm to blame
And it accuses me of others,
That I deny I'm appalled with disdain,
Arisen is yet another memory,
And with it comes pain
I beg and I plead,
"Will you stop!, Please refrain!"
"Please I've had enough,
Its too much for my brain"
I swear i'm just one more step away
from being drove insane
Why not flood me,
with memories of bliss,
Why only with my failures, mistakes,
Things I need, want, and miss
A Life of torment,
It's Tortuous ways,
Consumed Reality,
I'm lost in a haze
You cant know me,
I dont even know who I could be,
Ransoming myself,
I wont let me free,
This prisoner needs saved,
Needs love to be free,
Its the only thing that could possibly,
Save me from me!
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Life's Lonely Road (A Poetry Collection)
PoetryLIFES LONELY ROAD A Poetry Collection Each poem in "Life's Lonely Road" has it's own unique theme based on one of life's many lessons that we all come to learn...
