Summer Arthur Poet Rhyme

Strange

I can't write if I don't feel Despair,
Silence hangs in the air,
All that I know is I can't let go,
Too great is Sorrow.
I fight each day to be strong,
But someone always finds me to be wrong,
Be my painkilling drug,
My grave I have dug.
Loneliness floods my heart,
I'm being torn apart,
Is it any wonder
I like screaming at thunder?
All that I know
Is I can't let go for
Their words dance inside my head,
Sometimes I wish I were dead,
But I know nothing'll change,
Even in Death I'd be Strange......

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Anne-Lise Andresen September 27, 2012 at 3:07 PM Life is what you make it. Watch and listen ...... life is not that bad. Well written Summer. - oxox love Anne-Lise :) Summer Arthur September 29, 2012 at 1:38 AM Thank you! :) I wrote this a long while back, when I was still drowning in the darkness of my soul but I thought I'd post it on here and see what people thought about it :) And you're right, life really isn't all that bad. I've begun to watch and listen, still have a long way to go, but I'm reaching out for it. :)