I bend down to pick up the broken pieces of my shattered window
It's dark.The strong winds blow
Am crying,bleeding ,God please no
I reach up to wipe my face
But my tears are thick,pouring like abundant grace
It is colourful, tears of crimson
It is my blood and pain begging for freedom
Please, I have been locked inside for far too long
Imprisoned by my fear,guarded by my insecurity
Betrayal is the food I am fed
Anguish has become my seat
My eternity
Haunted by long gone beautiful dreams
My sanity chased away
I bleed..I..
Please touch me kindly
I am fading so easily
I feel as though I have so much to say and it's (figuratively) bursting at
the seams. Strangely, I don't feel like sharing for a while yet. I'm trying
very...
13 years ago
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