The desire crosses my mind each day,
Sometimes to go, other times to stay.
I feel the ties, the chains, the strings,
The threads that hold me to earthly things.
I see the sights, smell the scents,
But some of the sounds still don't make sense.
Whispered words, so silent and strange,
Inaudible phrases that beckon for change.
I strain, I strive, I stretch to hear,
But the voices don't seem to be anywhere near.
I wander the rooms and ponder my heart,
I examine my mind, and each little part
Reveals broken pieces and shattered dreams;
My heart was pulled apart, right at the seams.
There is a silver lining, but it's not meant for me;
For one such as I will never be free.
I want to go, but my heart cries to stay.
I want to flee, to turn and run away.
But I won't escape and I'll continue my life;
I'll strain through the heartbreak, endure the strife.
I'll force a smile, work through the fear,
But shelter my soul and let no one near.
Will there be joy? I'm sure there will be,
But such joy is fleeting for a dark creature like me.
No, I'll sit in my corner, night after day,
And I'll wait for the darkness to steal me away.
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Peeking Through the Window
PoetryA book filled with poetry I've written and am writing. I'm considering trying to get published, but I don't think I'm really good enough. Please feel free, by the way, to leave comments. I enjoy knowing what people think, as long as they are not r...
