Whispers
no sleep,
can't eat
wont think
nor walk,
I don't want to breath,
or believe
I wish I could feel something,
but all I feel is empty and alone
how can this moment be true
when all I hear is ice in your tone
this sickens me to my bone,
my innermost core
from me, this baby was tore
to think of all the days I speant wishing, praying
but now look at the price im paying
how is this justified,
for you have sucked the honey out of life so sweet
and hurt the flower so it could never be whole again
what made you so mad, in what way did I sin
did he or she hear your call
and decided you were better after all,
was I that bad, that I didn't deserve this child
am I that worthless that I can't care for this baby,
this question drives me mad,
and I now know the real meaning of crazy,
now my life will soon crumble,
and my memories will become hazy
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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