Longing For Peace
What is this weight, upon my chest I feel?
Is it worries trapped inside my mind, or is it real
I gasp for air, but feel that there is nothing left for me
The weight I feel upon my chest I can not touch or see
It feels of heavy burden, painful loss and memories
As if I’m sitting in a boat alone in darkened seas
Surrounded by the darkness, and the air is thick and tight
I feel as if I’m standing still, though I row with all my might
I pray for God to clear the air, and show me that there’s light
But this prayer, has gone unheard, and my heart is full of fright
What do I do, where do I turn, there is no help for me
This is something I must endure, be brave until I’m free
The pain I feel, it just gets worse, and I feel I can not stand
What should I do, I try to move, but it’s as if I’m in quick sand
My mind has lost all reason; it’s as if there’s nothing there
My heart feels all the pressure, and it’s more than it can bear
I’m trapped inside a darkened space, that’s full of worry and despair
I’m weighed down with all my thoughts, and I don’t really want to share
I know that this is something that I will get through one day
But until then I’m trapped inside this mind so far away.
Copyright © Kirstie Fontes | Year Posted 2007
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