My Cries
My cries are like the wind
banging against windows
My heart is like a chained up room
thats always closed, and no one knows
that I'm a tired soul
I smile with my fake smile even though
My eyes hold hidden tears
because I cant let my past go
Its grown bold, entering my dreams
And chasing me in the shadows
Throwing me deep into the gallows
I've fallen out of my ship of hope
And I'm being swept out of the shallows
How do I hold, onto an anchor thats been thrown
How do I see past the waves of my doubt
As I'm being swept to a place that is unknown
I'm struggling to stay above the ocean of my hurt
My pain holds me down as I sink like a stone
I gasp for air but only the waters
of my sorrow enter my mouth
And as I sink to the bottom
I know that no one is around
To grab my trembling hand
Right before I drown
Copyright © Joy Lucas | Year Posted 2022
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