My Own Death Shout
We try to wreck the past behind and we don't even try to to fight it
Monster of the fear walks all the life way with us without letting go
We're hopeless , feeling powerless , we're so fragile and we can't hide it
Pain and hurt get along with endless salty tears leaving quite a show
There's nothing waiting for us except the same lonely old dark road
And somewhere behind I've lost my faith in life , I've lost my faith in lord
Ghost of sad broken memories refusing to leave me the hell alone
I'm tired , I'm lost , I'm weak , waiting for my last breath to walk out
I'm torturing cause of a stupid heart that I wish if it was tough like a stone
Waiting to find my lost voice , to end my suffer and release my own death shout
Is there something wrong with me or is there something wrong with my fate
Was it something written on the stars or was it something that I've create
Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2016
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