A poem about the awful world I was born into, the pain it causes, and the love that can stop that pain...
A hole in me,
I refuse to see.
Don't want to be,
Alive in me.
Plodding on,
Right or wrong,
My heart's a song,
That's been sung too long.
I get no reply,
Have no reason why,
My eyes becoming dry,
I don't have the will to cry.
Need to let this out,
This killer black heart shout,
Feeding all my doubt,
An eating pride so stout.
What will it take,
To find my place?
To find a face,
That I don't have to chase?
To find a world,
That I can love?
A final hurdle,
A velvet glove.
A reason to continue,
In this rotten venue,
My heart's new hurting sinew,
Screaming all I've been through.
Wanting what I can't,
Flaunting in a rant,
A jaunting rotten plant,
Uprooted with a pant.
It's tearing me apart,
Before I had a start,
This everstabbing dart,
Is burrowed in my heart.
I keep it as a treasure,
And it brings me all but pleasure.
All it does is tell,
About this world's hell.
All that it can see,
Is the hating we can be.
I just don't have a hope,
Don't see how I can cope,
The world is dangling on a rope,
We run with death and all elope,
To an end we want to grope.
Please help me,
I'm shaking in fear.
I just can't see,
Why I'd want to be here.
If this is all of life,
I just cannot keep going.
Can't take all of this strife,
The hatred we keep growing.
My heart is crying,
For all this fear.
My soul is flying,
My brothers, I am near.
If you need a safe place,
Or a helping hand,
I will be a friendly face,
To all who share this earthen land...
