Scream Attentions only to Yield
I'm feeling like I've lost my sons for i have failed as a mother-
I'm on the verge of becoming white as snow
for I am trying to pull my life back together
but taking the path to a darkness road, I'm walking slow
I have fail
to not have the emotions to feel hate for those to reign on my angry rage
I have not seen any whales,
to swim along side by side, for I haven't been on the right track of the page
I have dreams that I wished to make it comes true
but the fearful shadows of the streets nothing but loniliness is a road to be in more danger
Can't you see, the reason to open your eyes for what the life has brought you a passionate
lover standing right in front of you?
been lost, alone in a cold air chilled my spine of my soul
is heartbroken with tears than making peace and the sweetest amends to those I would called
the darkest spirit; dressing like one of the gothic strangers.
Do i finally have a big chance to be warm when I sleeps at the quiet nights?
Am i thinking too seriously when i looked ahead of the way I'm living on earth?
do you see that i now have a smile of feeling the thrills and delight?
Have i reached the pit filled with flaming fire as my awakening desire waiting for you to lay me
down in the jungle, on the sand and a place where i will no longer get hurt?
if only I can stop thinking that i will live for there is more karmas will soon come back and make
be the day of getting worse;
I have tried to be loving for everyone who deserved to have the the gentle touch of my devotion
for all eyes and bodies to see-
being a lost, and lonely treasure,
I have lost all of my reasons for me to be okay and to breathe
for i have created the passionate dream of my fulfilled pleasures
as long as i stop telling myself that i am a failure woman,
while im walking with no stones of black fire..
i feel that i am no longer 100% human,
for the hunger and the willingness of becoming the tiger-; waiting to pounce for a long time
with the fate in me is getting tired.
I can take you down
as my fiesty side of a white tiger has finally step out...
this isn't a joke, like you would care if u ever show your face around
let it be heard, as i scream my roar
for i am mighty proud to give it a fearful shout-
but beware, as this will be your only caution: i will make you weak, and sores
for never again will the blue-eyed white tiger will show any signs or weakness that i fail
i will survive
as you just became my slave,
for the hunger in me is alive.
Copyright © Cassandra tomson | Year Posted 2014
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