Silence
I head you but I can't find you my mind is wondering in the dark storm,I am siting in this chair just staring at this big wall it seem like, I am being covered in blood with slobber running down my mouth, people in the room staring with a discussion look on there faces. I once was someone that people look up to me for advice, The voices so loud the looks so cold ,I was a officer of the month to this crummy world, that give me a hand out,God was I so bad trying to make boys into men. I just was being me could you hold me at fault.....you made me who I am please here me, I feel that the qualify of life is slipping me by clearly I do understand The clock is ticking for some of us please, I need compassion,love,a believer that can look at me and say you can still be something in society your child and mostly yourself. The level of silence took a hold of me, living in your head feels like madness, so I sit here in this corner hoping someone can hear me the clock is ticking for me, please save me from myself, I need communication,love,expressions and mostly affection. I once was a man that new what I wanted in life didn't have to ask someone for nothing, because that is who
I was day after day, I wonder in my head clearly, I got so many doctors telling me this and that, but do they ready know me or just looking at me like a peaces of meat. Hours has past siting in her office like what ever, so I felt a cold coming over me and, I fainted bod's running here and there screaming cold blue on the low level, I'm laying here can't say a thing just steering at everybody around me, working hard to save me, part of my brain just wanted to let go, and the part was saying hold on my son God is holding your hand just trust that all things can bed different if you wanted bad enough have faith my son, I never forsaken you, you walk away from me. All things you had before is pass away,wow all of a sudden I came back with a shot to the heart my eye's opening up and, I was in this bed didn't know nothing and wondering how I got here. But what, I do remember is I have a journey coming from the most high, I can say I am free.
Copyright © Delores Sanders | Year Posted 2018
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