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Wild Heart

Do not pretend you know how I feel or where I have been You do not, not unless you have walked a mile in my shoes You do not know what I speak of It is an undying pain that never ends No you really have no apparent clue Yes I've prayed to Him up above I have begged Him to take the hurt away And let me move on with my life Let me once again, have control But, for now, here is where He has me stay No fame or fortune, but with hurt, pain, and strife It runs deep through my veins right down to my soul Broken hearted is the definition of my life everyday Chills are heated to my core And cuts me down to the bone My ends will not any longer meet and are withered and frayed Leaves me longing for so much more Silent voices speaking such volumes of quiet screams which are heard so clearly as one long moan My misery runs endlessly deep And it loves burning my mind and making sure I slowly lose my sanity Look at me closely you will find that I am really falling apart Here with barely anything but the emotions of being cold, lonely, and feeling weak After awhile, though it is not so hard to believe all the calamity I blame myself for all I go through still, it is the result of my wild, wild heart

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/28/2009 4:02:00 PM
Heartwrenching piece here, Sandy. I do know how it helps to get these things down onto paper and out of you, if only for a while. Hugs, Donna G.
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