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Tonya Turner Poem
Mind raging out of control.
Feelings of being prisoned has taken toll.
With only thoughts and visions as my friend,
wondering when does it stop and where does it end.
Emotions of all sorts but emotionally unstrong,
trying to figure out where in life I truelly belong.
Like a back without a bone, or a voice without a tone,
to scared to go, to scared to stay,
my mind still raging this very day.
Tonya Turner
2-11-2006
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Walk away, don't look back until you feel the need.
The need of knowing how it is to see someone's heart bleed.
Bleeding from the knife still left in my chest,
the place where you left it because you thought it was for the best.
Afraid to pull the knife out for my heart may break into,
so I'd rather go on bleeding, until the bleeding is through.
Tonya Turner
10-12-2005
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When will this road ever end?
Where exactly did it begin?
Was I put on this road for a reason?
Will it continue the same way season to season?
Why is this the road I choose to explore?
Will I have the strength to travel much more?
Should I stop or turn around?
If I get lost will I be found?
Could I end this journey today?
Should I have known life was this way?
Tonya Turner
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An uncomfortable silence is the unheard sound.
As nothing but black space is all thats gathered around.
With only the color black as my vision,
and the uncomfortable sound,of silence,I try to make a decision.
But blinded by the light, or deaf without sight,
I sit here undecisively waiting for the sound of daylight.
Tonya Turner
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