Another poem, independent, but new name. I no longer have a friend Sarah...things got a lil rocky...anyways, y'all don't really wanna hear about my life, right? Or this would be called Facebook ;) Anyways, with no further ado....Quicksand
My soul is dark, blacker than black
And you, love, are the one to bring me back
From the farside of the moon, the part no one sees
Where no one hears my cries and pleas
And angel, wings unfolding blinding light
Saving me from my never-ending night
You reach through the fog
I've been stuck in so long
And as I grab your warm, confident hand
I know everything will be better, rubber band
Snapping back to reality, laughter fills the air
And I realize it's mine, without a care
I'm out of the sand, warm and corrupt
To build my life, nail and construct
The love I had has been long gone
But now I must pick up the pieces and go on
-Chelsea
YOU ARE READING
Can You Hear Me?
PoetryPoetry by me-all original-about life, death, and everything inbetween. COVER ART DONE BY: WattMadchen1 Thank you so much! PHOTO BY: Me-edited before she did. I own the rights to original photo. :) -Chelly
