Faces
I am a simple Soul
I do not ask for much
Been good to others,have a mothers touch
Honest and kind
is now so hard to find
yet wherever i go they follow
they make me sad,feel sorrow feel bad
I made those mistakes
they refuse go away
Maybe illl be-able to forget someday
Why do i deserve this cruel mental torture
surely i have been hurt enough in the past?
All i ask is to be happy
I don't want money or material things
Just a genuine smile and some wind beneath my wings
Yet at every corner i turn i see a face
That takes me back to a awful place
Please let me breath now
i am tired and old
want my last years of life with a happy story to be told.
no more tears no more ghosts
All i want is loving cuddles,that is what i need the most.
Stephanie Davies.
Copyright © Stephanie Davies | Year Posted 2012
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