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You Are Not Alone... We Are Here...
Sometimes we need to know that we are not alone; that we are not the only ones on the planet who have ever felt a certain way. Everything has a season, at times it may feel hard to hold on. But, the storm will not last forever. In the end, I chose to turn the page and keep it moving. Life is a pleasure, and I chose to enjoy the ride. Both the good and the bad of it.....
These short poems speak of storms conquered. To let you know that you are not the only one; that things do get better.
What am I doing here
How did it come
When was there sleep
I wake to a fence all around me
Somehow I lost the key
Life has become madness
A cruel meaningless curse.
Like a spitting fire begging to be drenched by the moisture of nature
The grinding thoughts of death keep haunting me.
For so long I walked the halls of closed doors
Reaching out to some comfort
The bitter tears so long streaming the canals of my mind;
Never finding a resting place.
It's odd, the loneliness one can feel from an earth so overly crowded.
I wonder, have anyone touched the torture my mind now feels
If so my heart goes out to them.
OH PLEASE, anyone hearing my plea
Lend me your comfort
For I feel the death thought might conquer me.
STREETS OF DEATH
Dark starless wonder
Where life no longer stirs.
The mindless mobile flesh journeys a never ending path for an eternity.
No freedom is sought
No knowledge known
There is only the pain of imprisonment etched on the faces of population.
Why are they there
This cannot be heaven
Rejuvenation lives not there
Nor will it venture.
A mother holds a hungry child
A child who cries not
Who feels no lack of nourishment.
Sanctuary lives not there.
Peace no longer has a meaning.
Time does not bring about the sun
The sky gives no rain;
And yet I have seen this place before
The streets look familiar
But I only know it in the sun.
I choose never to reside in this place
It's too dark - too meaningless.
The eyes show no joy
No one cares
They are only there.
The sun shines not from the east or west
It shines not at all.
My direction will not show me this place agin
For I choose to dance in the sun an eternity.
All those who have ears take heed.
Don't permit your directions to lead you here.
Freedom is not a gift
But a choice;
Choose yours well
Or you will be doomed.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE, WE ARE HERE, JUST REACH OUT, YOU CAN TOUCH US.....
Holding on to life
© 2009 loveofnight