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Tangled

As the last leaf falls from the winter tree,
The last drop of my blood flows into my heart .
So numb to my surrounding i feel worthless.
Wondering who i am, what i was, where i am 
Clanking whispers in my upper room.
I can't find myself no more
My work here is done. 

Lost in the slumber of death and destruction,
Feeling excruciating pain i only understand .
Tears fled my eyes and darkness is all i know.
I am gradually losing myself and nobody knows.

Before i fell, the whispers struck me
And i concurred that pain is the lack of understanding.
And embracing who i really am is my anchor 
For i live for no one but myself. 
Who i really was,what i am and where i am
Is shaped by my thoughts.

Now i feel liberated.
I found myself and my purpose .
I will keep moving forward,
For my work here just begun.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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