Nobody knows what I hide inside

Joseph M Marion

Sometimes I just wish, I could run away and hide.
No matter where I go or try to do though, these feelings stay inside.
How can I stay here and live,
When all I want to do is close my eyes and die?
I see the pain with every tear I shed.
I plead with you now, let me go instead?
I wish I could take you with me, to a happy place,
Whether it exists though, is time for me to face.
Can I ask for your forgiveness? For you to set me free,
It may seem ungrateful, but this life's not meant for me.
Thank you for all you have done,your love, for all the time ,
It means the world to me, to know that someone cared.
Now it's time for me to sleep never to lift veil of my covers again it now the time draws to a end.  

My world is beyond anything one could endure but I do 

  • Author: Joseph M Marion (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2019 08:47
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Comments3

  • sylviasearcher

    😪

  • Laura🌻

    Joseph,

    A superbly written poem...but so, so sad! I sincerely hope it’s not an autobiographical poem!

    ~Laura~

    • Joseph M Marion

      I have seen lot to a point 150 plus has died in my arms not just family yes I'm here still fighting to live but there are times I wish god just take me next , I wonder why he chose me for this life long task

    • dusk arising

      Is it the pain we carry inside which makes poets of us?
      I imagine each MPS poet will relate very easily, as i do, to your expression here.
      A very moving write.

      • Joseph M Marion

        I do believe you're correct the pain is what makes us write it's all outlet. Joy is what we pray for love is what we all adore hope is always there and when you put them all together our minds cannot write fast enough



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