Recover
Recover
I have no clear recollection at all
That time rescued me from any pain
I know it wasn’t yesterday or a week ago
Because ridged shards of it still remain
They pierce my heart with a razors edge
The sharp edges snagging my soul
Tearing the very delicate fabric of me
All of me gone now, with nothing to show
They say time is an awesome healer
Well that may be true for many things
But for all the tears I’ve shed over you
There is no healing for tears it still brings
I lay quietly in the gathering darkness
I do not care if I live or if I die
Time seems to have stopped moving
Its healing powers clearly just a lie
My soul in tragic self inflicted dispair
Cannot survive much more misery
Something must happen and soon
Or I will become a spec of history
I need to be stronger then this
To find strength buried deep down inside
I will move one foot and then another
And dry up all the tears I have cried
I must get time moving again
It has to happen one way or another
The only way I will ever survive
Is to pray for God to help me recover
Connie Moore
10/2/2015
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2015
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