No Longer Sought

The sorrow in my heart no one knows.

The loneliness of my soul is known only unto me.

The pain I feel is within my head, my heart.

The voices only heard by one.

Like a long playing record stuck on repeat.

Continually running, never skipping a beat.

My silence is a scary thing.

No one knows what to think of me.

Watch me not, look away.

You may find a spark of fear or fire.

I look for no one to get to know me.

So stop, turn, run away, leave me as a mystery.

The silent whispers playing unendingly.

Pulling me closer to the edge of my own madness, driving faster.

If I follow to the left, if I follow to the right, there is no end ever in my sight.

To yell, to scream will that kill the pain.

I know for sure it will not, just the echos will remain.

I have tried to silence the madness; I have tried to slice away my breath.

Seeking to end the pain, seeking to release the voices.

My life sustained, my breath never lost.

It was a lesson well taught.

A will of strength was born.

My powers of will are still unclear, my skill ever growing.

Truth barely touched.

Faith of the unknown becoming stronger.

An early ending no longer sought.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Palmer Avatar
August 27, 2012 at 11:15 AM
great write Maryann,when you are down in the pits nowhere to go but UP,keep rising
Goodson Avatar
August 22, 2012 at 11:22 AM
My these heart felt words give service to all the understanding that life is precious and of value. So even in one's darkest plot of self-damnation, let it be known there are those who do care and love.My we quickly be introduced to them.
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