The pain is high,
I feel I may die,
It puluses and ache,
I do not want to wake,
for with every step
I crawl into the depth
of pain.
What can I gain?
What more can I do?
I have no help from you.
I am alone.
For what do I own.
Just a shoe to help me.
When I have fallen to my knee.
YOU ARE READING
Poems By Ruth
PoetryThe poems of love, hate, glee, and sadness. These are the poems I have made over time since age 9. I write them to let my feelings be free. I'm not sure if I'm any good but I will keep writing.
