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Michelle Etienne Poem
Why do i wonder all the time, a way to reflect all the sadness i feel
why do my dreams seem to fade to the darkeness
bringing to the surface the deep darkness enclosed all around me
why me, it is my destiny
why does my reflection show sadness, reveling the hidden tears embeded within
where is my journey leading, endless torment from within
why me, it is my life i live each day each no where to go
why have i lost faith that the love i need does not exist
why am i a lost soul waiting to slowly rise up above to the heavens and stars
why me, this will be my life as i live and until then
my desitny will always be what it is
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Copyright © Michelle Etienne | Year Posted 2023
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Michelle Etienne Poem
Baby I need you
Baby I
need this, waited all these years just to answer on a wish
I wished upon many stars, closed my eyes and prayed but still waiting,
Baby I need you.
The years gone by now time stands still, i'll take tha risk, just to hear,
Baby I need you.
long talks, late night walks, train ride up the coast, our hands locked into one, bodies joined lips search for my treasure chest, our eyes connect to say without words
Baby I need you
As i write, I tilt my head back, take a deep breathe as I invision our bodies working hard into a sweat, you push, I moan (held in my screams)
the feelings of our skin my soul has connected with yours
exotic climax slow down your breathe
baby we will grow old together, I whisper into your ear
Baby I need you
Copyright © Michelle Etienne | Year Posted 2023
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Michelle Etienne Poem
only you can understand the meaning of depression
a described by me a dark dark pit where you lie and look up trying to reach the light and yet it is so far away.
stuck in that pain pumping through your head we hear our own voice driving you to that place of darkness, hopelessness, drowning in tears, screaming at the top of your lungs, but no words come out, your extend your hand hoping someone would reach back and acknowlege you are there. no shoulder to cry on and yet no sympathy needed and telling me things will get better makes me want to slap the words out of your mouth, and no this cant be Gods plan or maybe the devil, so they say, no matter what i do the older i get the fake smiles on my face, no white picket fence, a dog, a spouse, no one to pick you up cause once again you have fallen once again you must start over once again you are let down the only outlet is slience, back down that path into the dark, I will sit look up at the light close my eyes and wait
this is all that i know
darkness and silence
my definition of depression
Copyright © Michelle Etienne | Year Posted 2023
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