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Freaked Out
I do seethe.
I can't sleep.
I can't adore life.
It's difficult to breathe.
My mind is blocked.
I'm stuck as well.
Why must I live
inside this shell?
Although I feel you
when we touch.
I long to live.
Is that too much?
These voices say
that I'm not loved
and that people will
be gone if shoved.
Or anyway
no matter what I do
all by myself
I hope that's not true.
As you behold
I'm freaked out.
I'm unaware
Of life's drought.
They say to leave
if love don't serve.
How will I speak?
That seems absurd.
I hope it's true
to love yourself
can be achieved
as with fine health.
I'm so scared.
Won't let it show.
Don't leave me be.
Oh SPIRIT glow.
Copyright ©
Angela Crabtree
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