What a magical world it would be,
If a magic bean could be found by me.
I would not just keep it for myself, I'd share with my loves ones too,
And turn their skies from gray to blue.
They would awaken to find their health has improved,
And I know that their spirits will all be moved.
My magic bean would also help my fears,
And rid me of pain and eyes of tears.
Oh where oh where can I find this bean,
I promise I'll wash it and keep it clean.
Under my bed and in my closet I'll look,
Maybe it's hidden between the pages of a book .
But thats okay because knowing it is out there,
All my fantasies I will continue to share.
By: Debra Baviello
Date: January 27, 2015
Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
(( feel free to add a line** in my comment box... ))
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
finally - we are
time against time
I am only a human
simpler than one instant
of the fragile flesh
of the roaming mind
a walking dead
Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac | Year Posted 2015
Green lush of green
lush green is green
a leaf of language
a branch of word
a flagstone steps
Heart of the earth is free,
fine arts literature
Green is nature
clarity of thinking
for the future!
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014
She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not hers to make
Today, like all the others
She will walk ten blocks or so
In hope to find a warmer place
To lay down for the night
Just a corner to rest
Is all she will be needing
She knows this will be over soon
The pain gets worse each day
Yet, her hopes live on for one more day
Her deliverance is on its way!
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2007
Can I be any different from the dragon,
Can I be more precious that the dinosaur,
Some say it warms me,
Some say it flavours adorn me,
Some say it savours my body senses,
Hey! i smoke,am distinct,
At bay its death lurking about ye advicing you to be extinct,
A moving tombstone,
Please what are your chances of survival with a pack in your breast pocket,
A missile hooked between your lips,come on light it up come on,
Your creator prolongs,
Heal thy soul stop smoking,
Smoke in any form kills.
Copyright © Anthony Edmond | Year Posted 2007
Crystallize your world today
Ride the river the color gray
Young and old all at one time
Seeing no place to draw the line
Have the time of your life today
Again and again learn how to pray
Learn how to read the lines in your hand
Make the gray river silver land
Every step gets you closer to Hell
Temples fall, losing all you once held
Had you ever thought of such a lonely trip?
Mess with the devil, he hits back
Pray and pray for your god to come back
How can things change if you won't?
Every part of your life is like a cruel joke
Testing the waters, you fell in
Asking for help as more troubles begin
Massive waves slap and hold you down
In a moment it feels you might down
Next thing you know you have been saved
Eternally God helps, but you're eternally depraved
Telling yourself everything is alright
When will you learn that this is not life?
Embers burn into the blackest of souls
Another sold to the devil, so cold
Killed the whole idea of you
Copyright © Janet Runyan | Year Posted 2015
The subtle, steady, calming of a spring rain beating down on my body as I lay in a pasture of flowers and a sea of green grass, my breath is calm, my heart is calm and serene.
I can feel each drop hitting my eyes, they are cleared of negative sights, my heart is wet with each new drop of rain, I no longer am hurting and full of sorrow.
The field is soaked with the falling rain, my body is floating underneath the flow of rain, I hope to be swept away to a peaceful place, the tadpoles, turtles, and baby fish, welcome my presence, no harm I bring, for we are friends.
I open my eyes, above me is a sea of blue sky, Gods cloth for which to paint a beautiful rainbow, my cleansing soul, shall be the pot of gold, waiting for someone new to share with others, whom shall choose to also lay in a pasture of wheat, golden daffadills.
The rain has slowly stopped, a fresh summer breeze has become to blow, A smile I feel as the Mother Earth has been rebirthed..
Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015
a poor woman's ballad, told in her p.o.v
I ain't got a dime in nobody's bank
...and I ain't got...just to be quite frank
I ain't got a paycheck from nobody's job
I aint got nothing...luckily, I don't go out and rob
I ain't got a car from nobody's lot
...and I ain't got...to be wasting in nobody's slot
I ain't got a house on nobody's land
I ain't got a pot to piss in, sometimes I pee in a can
I ain't got no jewelry from nobody's store
I ain't got it no more, cause they caught me at the door
I ain't got a stove to be cooking nobody's food
...and I ain't got a refridgerator to be keeping jack...cool
I ain't got the strength to be giving nobody a hand
...and I damn sholl' don't have a bed to be keeping nobody's man
I ain't got no butter to put with this toast and I ain't got no spread to put with this bread
...so therefore, I ain't got no food to be keeping nobody fed
I ain't got no cash to be letting nobody borrow a dub(20 dlrs)
...and I ain't got no money to be getting in nobody's club
I ain't got no fancy clothes, high-tech whatcha- ma- call-its or no shoes made by nobody...
but I do have a couple of things, thanks to somebody
you see...I ain't got no riches that could be considered wealth
but I went to the doctor yesterday, he told me I was in good health
I ain't got nothing really to be giving, but I woke up this morning...so therefore I am living
I ain't wearing no designer dress, but somehow, I ain't even stressed
I ain't got no diamonds hanging down my chest
...but I'm good...cause somebody keep me alive...so therefore I am blessed
Copyright © Natalie Braddy | Year Posted 2012
The moon was bright as ever, I took my husband’s hand, I led him to the park, and we
stopped to play in the sand.
Long his memory faded, like a child was he, I watched as in wonder, he stopped and laughed
I took his hand once more and took him on our way, but he began to shout, he wanted to
stay and play.
I told him that I loved him; he said he loved me too, and in that tiny moment, I felt him
Once again it faded, and once again gone, I took his hand, my husband, and led him back home.
The Alzheimer’s he experienced was eating at his mind, but nothing in this world, could
force me to resign.
Copyright © Sena Slaughter | Year Posted 2010
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.
so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,
here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...
into the light of a love letter written to dawn.
soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,
way down deep on the inside,
...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,
flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,
watered and deeply cared for...
I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,
I wish a sun-rise.
Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2011
Echoing whispers from the wall
I see time etched carefully so
Hard to believe it’s me at all
How I wish time would just slow
But it is the rewards of living
To be here with family and friends
The glad opportunity of giving
To people and the pets one tends
So go ahead and reflect my age
I have other things to focus on
Life’s a book with this open page
I’ll live my days ‘til they’re gone
One thing’s certain my mirror
You help retain a balanced life
To see time that is so dear
Reflecting whatever our strife
So thank you for showing the real
While I delve into other cares
Tis more important to truly feel
Than measure life through stares
Copyright © Susan Yantis | Year Posted 2016
The air is sweet, the sky is clear
I know for sure that summer’s near
Pass my sandals and shades my dear
I’ve joy in my heart and nothing to fear
Winter was dark and long and cold
Not even the sun could break its cruel mould
It rained so hard I’m glad my house could hold
But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold
I’m searching a good spot, my place in the sun
I’m yearning for laughter, compassion and fun
To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run
To find my soul mate - and say “You’re the One”
Well I’ve found a good spot, I’m searching no more
I’m laughing and running until I’m sore
My heart has mended, its really not raw
Now I can say “This is what I’ve been looking for!”
Copyright © Vanessa Hollenbach | Year Posted 2012
Dr. George Gey from Johns Hopkins Hospital
Was looking for cells that would be reproducible
Of their own accord for the benefit of medicine
And lo and behold one day found the perfect specimen
And how he acquired it didn't rattle his conscience
Because there weren't any rules then that governed the science
So he made them immortal or maybe God did that
Then he gave them to others who sold them for profit
And the cells multiplied and aided discovery
And they probably will help cure cancer one day
But where did they come from, the specimen's human?
Those cells were extracted from a mother, wife, woman
Poor Henrietta or maybe Loretta
Was a work-a-day lady who hailed from Virginia
She married her cousin and bore him five children
Then after the war steel work took them to Maryland
One winter's day Hennie felt her womb knotted
"Hennie," said Day, "we should go to Johns Hopkins"
"Henrietta, you're pregnant but there's something else growing
And what's in your system for sure we're not knowing"
So commencing the testing and treatment for cancers
But for all of the prodding came not any answers
At age thirty-one Henrietta died painful
And to her baby Deborah she'd be a guiding angel
So imagine her shock when she learned about HeLa
The cell line immortal that came from her mama
As reporters and charlatans flocked to their family
Some of them claimed they could gather owed money
But more than the money was the need to acknowledge
What their mother had given and pay her due homage
So bear with me now as I offer this paraphrase
Of the beautiful refrain that her headstone articulates:
In loving memory of phenomenal Hennie
A woman wife mother who touched the lives of many
Here lies HeLa her cells helping mankind eternally
As the Love forever to you from your family
Copyright © Andrew Jung | Year Posted 2016
The Length and Breath of Time
Yes, you linger so succinct my fellow of graying hue;
Like a ember coal is you as you fumble for a cigarette;
Eyes burning down to the filter; the very best of your
Soul is unbound with time, but you lie unaware in longing and regret. How shall we entrain
you? We who seek your solace, your collar stayed conformity to watch it fade and falter.
You stand upon the altar of time with folly pinching your
Belongings – how dare the Jester diminish the gifts he gave you?
A home, a shell of leather on your feet, a small itching on the back of time that all is
filtered through sublime; breathe it in my friend. It is coming to an end.
There’s a furnace deep within you where all acts do
linger fueled bright.
You stoke it day and night, yet no fire lights the
Architecture of the soul’s encasement, for it is billeted elsewhere, beyond the realm your
secrets have devised.
This should come as no surprise,
You can quench the fire, and scatter through the ashes
But find no answers there,
Pull back that iron door,
Bite your tongue and curse the darkness
To light that flame once more…
Copyright © Joe DINKI | Year Posted 2008
I am powerless in mind and within my body,
This alcohol has got me down and I am paralyzed,
The world in which I call home cannot be analyzed,
All through this drink, with this I have declared my hobby.
My Friends do not respect me to which I cannot blame,
I am depressed beyond recognition and with it I feel shame,
Years without and years repressed and years I call lame,
Not one happy relationship, not with family or dame.
Salvation is coming and I keep telling myself bleakly,
Each day my sanity goes through hoops only to survive meekly,
The end has only that alcohol to calm my stress,
This alcohol feels as if I am saved from the rest.
I'm almost there and almost free from this asylum,
My friends around seem to care not even some,
I'm losing the fight even when both sides are done,
Three days until I'm home again...any longer and my life be gone.
(I survived and am now much healthier)
Copyright © Thomas Brown | Year Posted 2012
12 to watch, the number of souls to save
this morning on the globe…above our goals God
soars so fine, so oblique as to hamper all that
follows; He hastens forth this day as moments tick
by our folly; for gathered in the midst of all towering graces are four who know the way –
brethren, but three are
bound to silence this question:
How does he let this pass?
With one deep breath, life will hearken you,
Answer you with ancestral deep regret,
Your offspring’s sterling moments,
Your present second’s lasting debt…
What thought holds the key to decipher such codes
And warnings? What succinct wish pulls all syntax from
Oh, too many nagging questions. Let’s just agree to this:
One day you hold solid mass between your teeth, the next
It lays in splendor at your feet; today it carries you forward
Unto another day, another night, another way of being;
That is law, that is truth,
That is faith unseeing.
Copyright © Joe DINKI | Year Posted 2008
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
A horrible deathly disease has spread
With terrible swiftness and silent dread
Our people with frantic astonishment seek
Why does our government seem so weak
Not only do they expose our children to it
They won't give us a Czar that even knew it
A man with no medical expertise
While our borders are open wide to disease
I'm afraid we have no guardians here
Only weak kneed idiots
It seems so clear
We need someone to lead us against ISIS too
Cause nobody knows what to do
But now it's Ebola that sends us screaming
Somebody wake me I hope I'm dreaming
Copyright © Linda Hays-Gibbs | Year Posted 2015
It sweeps through the nights,
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death,
I lie there sleeping,
It comes and my life disappears,
I disappeared then i found myself flying,
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left,
I saw his face,
I saw his pain,
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face?
I hear a scream then i wake up,
Its white and clean,
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep
and his face looking at me,
holding my hand,
i suddenly remember the scream,
my own scream,
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive,
he leans closer,
and we share our first kiss.
Copyright © Martina Rodriguez | Year Posted 2009
BLUE BELL PASSION
Pound, pound, pound!
my melting feet move
a rhythmic sound
I feel, I feel, almost soothed.
My chocolate chip sweat drips
over me. Almost done.
my butter pecan steps trip
to what I have won.
Another creamy day
of health! But!
Now I pray
for a pecan touch
a creamy touch
of ice cream!
The cat days of summer
have tightened the chains
of restraint, overcome
by vanilla refrains
"I scream, I scream, I scream!"
sounds on the rocky road,
first, as faint as a dream,
then building, building, then, explode!
"you scream, you scream, you scream!"
Into a crescendo choking my soul
yelling neopolitan dreams
like a pistachio ghoul!
the dreamy scary cold
of ice cream!
"we all scream, We all scream, We all scream!"
My very cherry pores quiver
I am naught but a pecan stream
of desire on a hurricane river!
"FOR ICE CREAM!
I am addicted, lost
to the American Dream
of a freezer filled with milk-creamy frost!
There is no help
for me, it seems
there is no butter brickle help
just melted Blue Bell cream
melted mental bowls
of ice cream!
Is there no toffee hope
for my coffee-flavored desire?
a twelve-step Pope
for me to tastefully hire?
An Ice Cream Anonymous
somewhere on Earth
once a week, or month
a chocolate re-birth?
I admit it all
I am hooked, Ben and Jerry,
it is my downfall!
the sweet addictive passion
of ice cream!
Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2016
Now sleep I may,
Into the night,
For the spirits and tomatoes
helped set things right.
I know I shouldn’t have,
For my meds don’t allow it,
But is too late now,
Please don’t you try it.
Was something I needed,
The pressure within,
Oh how I wish,
To start over again.
But she will not have it,
I do not fit in.
Her schedule is hectic,
No time to mend.
I call her up,
No time for me,
She says just give up,
Please leave me be.
How I hate spirits,
How do you people drink this stuff?
But I am not finished,
I haven’t had enough.
For there are things inside me,
We have to get out,
Scratches on my back,
I could live without.
So deep and hurting,
Attacking my heart,
This day has been coming,
It is not a new start.
I knew from the beginning,
That this could not be,
But always an ending,
To set you free.
Now in total darkness,
The lights are so bright,
What will become of me,
On this fateful night.
The black wolf approaches,
I can sense his fear,
He can smell my scratches,
As he comes near.
Death is our battle,
We will fight tonight,
Our hearts will rattle,
To see who is right.
Deeper and deeper,
I am going down,
His blows are a killer
He knows where to strike,
To make the best hit,
I try with all my might,
But deeper into the pit.
A loosing battle I fight,
I wanted to win,
But this is not the night,
What a night it has been.
I have a cold and feel terrible. What did you think?
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008
THE BLESSINGS OF ANOTHER DAY
Thank you Lord for waking me up, and starting me on my way.
For health, food and shelter, clothed in my right mind,
The blessings of another day.
You watched over me as I slumbered and slept,
Kept hurt harm and danger away.
Thank you Lord, as I praise your name
For the blessings of another day.
You bid my moments a while longer to roll on
Through your tender mercies and grace.
You gave me patience power and strength to run this Christian race.
‘Tis not by my goodness or much that I’ve done
That granted me these good deeds.
But by your compassion and faithfulness,
And your promise to supply all my needs.
So I thank you Lord for loving kindness and care,
And the joy you sent my way.
But most of all I express gratitude
For The Blessings Of Another Day
Copyright © Diane Toombs | Year Posted 2008
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god
Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Rock pavement bottom
These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired
Used and abused
Left to corrode
Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror
Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth
Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares
Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope
For the pieces left to waste away
Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
Sublime and serene
Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time
Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity
What new perspective, from the inside to out
Changes on the faces of the people about
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk
In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been
Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces
With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
Copyright © Chelsea Wallace | Year Posted 2010
Reigning in the sky,
Thats how he sees the Sovereign Lord..
It begins with a man,
A young man,
Walked with God when he was young,
Didn't know wrong from right,
Left the Lord out of his sight,
Was a troubled kid in his school,
His school life was sent in a whirlpool,
Failed a yr and worked really hard,
He passed got dealt two good cards,
But God dealt him a hand that would change his life forever..
A terrible accident had happened,
Lucky to have survived,
Lying face down,
He cant feel from the neck down,
Taste of blood in his mouth,
He blacks out,
Wakes up being helped on a stretcher,
He was put into a helicopter,
He blacks out again,
Wakes up in his room,
Not knowing whether he can walk again,
He cries out to a nurse,
"Will i walk again?",
She says "Your very lucky dear boy,
And there was no permanent damage,
It will take time,
But you should be walking in no time.",
Tried to pick up he cup made of styrofoam,
But he cant,
He finds out his wrist was broken in two places,
And will heal on its own,
He notices a long scar on his knee,
He was told he did permanent nerve damage,
And wont be able to feel anything on it or around it,
In what felt like a long time,
He made a complete recovery,
Grew stronger with his legs,
Goes back to school,
A day after his birthday,
And thats when the nightmare began..
Then one day,
His parents saved him with their kind words,
His eyes were opened,
He saw everything clearer and brighter,
He accepted God's word,
Hes grown stronger through Christ,
He was redeemed by his Savior,
God's unfailing love truly means the world to him,
His walk with God have been a journey he can not explain,
But the smile on his face says it all,
He walks stronger and stands tall,
For he put his trust in God,
The Sovereign Lord..
Reigning in the sky,
Thats how he sees the Sovereign Lord.
Copyright © Tyler Knapp | Year Posted 2012
Virgin man and his snow Queens, with the marriage made
in never never never land, with her ladys in Red awaiting
for the last dance, all line up for kiss of dead, waiting all
in a row white icly cold is there hear, pure as the first
snow, like a powder of delight, the kiss you never forget
a wedding without a licenses, know one understands
and you live your life for just one more kiss that thats
you to paradise, and you roll the dice just one more
time to be with the snow queen just one more time
just one more time the marriage make in the white
white pure snow.
Copyright © diane henning | Year Posted 2007
Her old tired body falls to the sturdy bench as she inhales with difficulty. Faintly her heart beats, slowly her blood circulates.
“With age I die by the day.”
Her ancient voice rings.
Through the ravenous night a single crow lands at her feet.
Her wise eyes smile as she gazes at the dark bird before her.
“Crow has no sense of time, lives in the void having the ability of past, present, and future at the same time.
Have you come for me then, my keeper of the souls?
Or is this a trick you have conjured with wild coyote?”
Silently the crow flies onto her lap and gazes deeply into her sickly round eyes. Inside the bleak of his pupil the women sees a light.
No trick or illusion, just the purity of afterlife.
Her wrinkled hands caress his silken feathers as their eyes mirror each other.
Carefully the crow absorbs the old Indians soul and takes flight, cawing in the dead still of the night.
Symbol of creation, healing and protection the crow is the keeper of the souls
Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2012
A spiders fang:
The black widow slid across my limbs and torso, dragging her mouth along my beating chest. I feel the burning liquid drip down her fangs as she bites through the thin layer of flesh.
My veins boil and pop as I quickly start to rot. Everything I am lies under my peach colored skin.
My body quickly sends blood to my rapid beating heart as I inhale desperately trying to calm my racing thoughts. But inside I can feel it, My dying soul caused by a spiders fang.
Like a breath of life to a newborn child I rise.
My face showing signs of complete horror, For I know my body has been tainted by the black widow who laid dormant in the shadows.
My vision blurs with massive translucent tears.
She is the aspect of myself I pray wasn’t there, A blood connection that at times isn’t fair and because of this relation parts of my being wither away with depression.
What will be left of me?
Her poison consumes me.
It aches my limbs, numbs my toes, and hults my breathing.
Exsiting is futile.
The black widow has penetrated for one absoulute reason, to kill to wholesome aspect of her own nature.
To her, I am nothing more than a disgusting fly.
Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2012
You touch peoples lives each and every day with your words and a smile you
make us feel as ease and seem to make the scary things go away.
I know your healing better with each passing day, because I know God is with
you all of the way.
When special people like you have been injured, there is an extra specail healing
power inside of you which will take care of you during this hard time.
Being that I am one of the lives yhou have touched each and every day, I want
touch your life today.
Copyright © Abigail Clohessy | Year Posted 2008
She on her throne of hate for throne green for
her greed of well a Prositude at heart a gift for every
reason, a gifts is all she wants even to predetermine
other womens lifes and their children, a orange fire
of purple she well stand in with a purple moon for
her insane wishes to hurt everyone, a green sun
for her greed a blind greed for the young at heart
and of course blue stars, she saves for no reason
Copyright © diane henning | Year Posted 2007
Look at me, What do you really see.
I’m torn apart .From my very heart...
The love I had , Even when I was sad .
Memories was all I had , To carry on ..
Alone empty . So cold and lost , Yet I feel so alive
I’d close my eyes .. I felt your very presence ...
You breath alone . On my very skin..
Close besides me .Where you’ve always been ..
This love that kept me so strong...
It pulled me along..
My one true love I thought you were ...
A body wasting away...
I ache in silence , I try not to cry ...
The pain I hide ,Yet I feel so alive ...
My heart , My mind feels so strong ..
Yet how can I carry on ...
Copyright © donna burns | Year Posted 2012