I feel so grim and blank and grey-
I cannot tell my heart to stay.
I want to try but feel so cold-
My younger thoughts are feeling old.
I've cried a hundred-thousand tears
And mourned for all our future years.
I do not want to get up again-
I'm tired of wondering where you've been.
My trust is gone and I'm so done.
You always think your're having fun.
You open up a putrid sore-
And every time I bleed some more.
My plans and dreams are down the drain.
I cannot take another pain.
I'm counting down- I'm going slow.
I have nowhere I want to go.
I know there's hope somewhere in time.
Maybe I'll find it as I rhyme.
Until I do I'll play the game
And guess that you will do the same.
2007-07-12
13:42:57
·
3 answers
·
asked by
bethybug
5
in
Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry