Anxious.
Lying in her bed with tear soaked sheets
Trapped in a horror show with front row seats.
Body shaking body aching, silent cries screaming “WHY”
What is wants it is taking, what is left is left to die.
Her insides get cold but begin to melt
She feels her body fold, being strangled with her own belt.
So scared, she thought she’d lost herself
She was a piece of fine China, close to falling off its shelf.
Panic.
Clenching lungs are gasping for air
Getting to a point where she can no longer bare.
With trembling lips and glossy eyes, she lets a thousand of silent sighs.
You will never understand because she cannot explain
She is headed for crash land, she cannot take her wacked out brain.
With the shivers and quivers of restless nights
Her hope withers and withers, as she loses all these fights.
Absent of a clear mind, shaky with no steady hand
“Trust” in God she must find and on her two feet she will stand.
- Author: Couer Mystère (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 26th, 2018 19:07
- Comment from author about the poem: To express a common struggle. To acknowledge weakness.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
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