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Maria Tsirkonidis Poem
Every day, after everything's done I come home…
To a room where the walls hear me cry alone…
They breathe with me; they hear my pain…
They shelter me, and keep out the rain…
But outside my room, it’s so ugly and bleak…
Outside I try to be strong, but inside I’m so weak…
The rules of love have beaten my heart senseless…
Nothing is clear anymore; my soul is so restless…
I'm hollow in a sea of hurt; it feels me up…
A sea full of people down on their luck…
My arms are tied above my head, my feet tied below…
And on I sink into a sea with waters of sorrow…
If things are so clear, why can't I see?
If things are so simple, how are they supposed be?
People are so petty, with their mindless games…
People who lie, kill, hurt all with no shame…
What do I look upon to ease the sting?
How do I know what my life will bring?
Why couldn't that same sea that is so miserably deep…
Tell me where to find some happiness or some peace…
For once I would like to know who holds my fate…
For once I would like to not know love, not know hate…
Ignorance would be my ultimate bliss…
If there's no feelings, there is nothing to miss…
Copyright © Maria Tsirkonidis | Year Posted 2005
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Maria Tsirkonidis Poem
Silence passes me by.
Wondering, contemplating why.
Why I can't seem to get ahead, and I can only get by.
Wondering if anyone will notice me smile,
Or notice me cry.
Hiding from this painful past,
Holding on tight to a future I feel won't last.
Gasping for air, for someone to see,
Trying to get out of the rough waters of my mentality.
Because all the water does is drown me.
It never was that big of a struggle for anyone else to tell,
Because the struggle is inside my heart, and skin hides it well.
Walls of white, soul of black,
Someone find the happiness and tell me how I get it back.
People in my face, telling me they know what's best,
I can't take anymore petty trials and tests.
Because they don't know me,
They have no idea who I am…
And just like the song says,
All I can say is so sad so sad.
Sometimes I wish I could just feel comfortable in my own skin.
Sometimes I wish I could get over the fights I can't win.
Sometimes I wish people could see the beauty I hold within.
So for now I'm going to look to the sky, thank god I'm still living.
Copyright © Maria Tsirkonidis | Year Posted 2005
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