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Lauren Ferguson Poem
Maybe I'm wrong,
But maybe I'm not.
What if it is what I think,
And something could've happened?
I'm reading way to much into it.
They say otherwise, though.
It's nothing. I can tell.
But isn't nothing, something?
I feel so confused.
Do they feel that way too?
I doubt that anything that ran through my mind,
Could be true.
They are all like that though.
Well, that's what they said.
Who exactly is they?
Why do they matter?
They matter because it's what I want.
What I think I want.
If only it would of been sooner, longer.
I should of had the guts.
But now, it's too late.
I guess I can make do with what's there.
I have to.
But it's fine for now.
I'm sure things will get better.
Maybe not with them but things will get better.
That's what I keep telling myself.
Hoping it's wrong.
Only because I do want things to get better with them.
Because they seem to care.
But maybe they don't.
Maybe I'm just thinking to much again.
I wish I could stop second guessing myself.
It's making me even more confused.
Copyright © Lauren Ferguson | Year Posted 2009
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Lauren Ferguson Poem
With no one to run to
I made a fake mask.
It covers the storms neverending inside.
The world sees my pearls
And assumes me happy,
When really they're only for show.
People look at me with jealousy,
Thinking I've got it made.
They all should stop thinking.
It only makes the storms grow.
I bet if I opened my eyes a little more,
I could view the ghastly sun.
But see,
The clouds are thick and the rays are thin.
Forever will it be this way?
The storms have no rain,
But the clouds are so big,
And everyone's eyes are on me like thumbtacks in my skin,
As well as my soul.
I'd be more than content too see your pearlies
Even though I know mine are less than true.
And the turndowns
The majority of them,
Were bright lighting bolts with no sound
In the distance.
I turn from the fire
With nothing but doubt and confusion.
I question myself,
Because nothing is going right.
But the warmth from the fire will do for now.
Especially in this ice cold world.
Copyright © Lauren Ferguson | Year Posted 2010
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Lauren Ferguson Poem
Times are getting hard,
Things are going wrong.
Why is it always me
That has to push to be strong?
No one really knows
What I’m feeling right now.
My world is crashing down.
I need to get back somehow.
My tears keep building up
And soon they’ll all fall down
I guess there’s nothing left to do
But give up and drown.
People try to act
Like they know what’s going on,
But in reality
All of them are truly wrong.
I thought of giving up,
But then I came to see
That with Jesus there, right by my side,
Life is the best it can be.
He helped me get through,
The worst of all times.
Without Him, I’m sure,
I’d be more than blind.
I found Him that night
A bible on my bed,
I’m not sure where it came from,
But I sat down and read.
Ever since then,
A long time ago,
I’ve found myself, fixed my life,
And learned how to let go.
Copyright © Lauren Ferguson | Year Posted 2009
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