Emotionally Dead - Part 1

I am emotionally dead
I can’t feel love, 
I just feel lead
There is no place for me to go
There is no hope left
The darkness inside me
It envelopes me
I cry
And long for
I wish
But there is nothing there
My heart aches
My mind remembers
My being is so low
Will it ever get up?
I don’t think so.

It’s been so long
I can’t seem to move on
I am stuck in hell
But the air is cold.
There is no warmth here
No comfort
No life
Just me and mine.

The fires burn
I watch
I am fascinated by the sparks
I am fascinated by the show
It dances in front of me
It plays with my mind
Just like my life
It tortures me 
With memories
And it flirts with my soul

The red hot diamonds
They form and they go
The heat fumes emerge then
And warm up dead souls
I sit here alone
I am always alone
I feel this is safe
Oh fool, you are stone
My life has been here
Always in hell
I want it so over
To get out of this cell.

There’s no place like home
They want you believe
That is where the heart is
Will I ever be free
I feel the cords bind me
Too tight for release
The beauty that you see
Is hidden to me
I sit here, am so trapped
There’s no peace in me
Just memories of darkness
No sun that can lead

Can’t be that I’m alive
Not truly I think
It’s like dirty stump oil
Is hindering me.
The flowers have all died
The beauty all shriveled
This is my life
It loves to play riddles

I want to say goodbye
For just one last time
To just lay my head down 
And peace just be mine
But I know somewhere near me
Is hope of some kind
Wanting to know just
What love could be mine
I can’t go on forever
With feelings like these
I’ve cried out for too long
Can I just have some peace
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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Suzadail Jr. Avatar
January 5, 2011 at 4:58 AM
This was sorrowful. Well written. A few of my kids that I work with are able to express their feelings through poems. I encourage it as an alternative coping skill. Hope this is fictional. God Bless. Vince
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