You will never see my wilting heart
it grows , it grows , it grows.
It gathers strength from sunny mornings at 5am
It finds its peace in windy leaves
I cant imagine what could have been
But can see what I should now be seeing
To have just one more day ,to walk the Earth
Its all I'll ever need and want ,
Whichever way my life may fall
you cant forget me , I'm called Paul
So nearly , nearly did I run
The gauntlet, the gamble thats life or death
My dice it rolled 6 & 6 another roll could have been the one
That sent me to a resting place that I cant imagine or ever face
Its obvious now ; something's to be done
A reason, a part in lifes great big film of fun
I wonder when it will show its hand , thats the time;
This Final Plan
Only then can I rest, assured
My young mistakes will be vanquished ,cured.
Until this date I walk this planet , a human being, a man, a thing
The joy I feel , the songs I sing,
the anticipation I can be someone, will always push me on and on.
For now I sit and wait and think
I wonder why I make this link
Is it because its all I have
Just desperation; a random plan?
I think I've seen enough of Earth
to see the balance of love and mirth
to have the greed and power of control
or to have the ignorance of what the media’s told
The neanderthal man and clever minds
Its in this age I will live and die in
I cannot say which I want
It seems the others the attractive one.
To have my peace is all I wanted
My hopes and dreams have become distorted
No one could see how this has started
And now you feel my love departed.
Its been a pleasure to have taken part
I just got dealt some unplayable cards
I do not want your sympathy
My only longing's to fly so free.
- Author: Quirky ( Offline)
- Published: February 3rd, 2017 12:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Hello this is my first ever poem on here so please be gentle but please do critique if it can help me improve. Some amazing talent on this website.\r\nWhen you are angry at pitying yourself for having a lot of bad luck, its sometimes ok to feel sorry for yourself.\r\nI wrote this poem having luckily survived a suicide attempt (the belt and the light broke) and now I search for the reason I was saved. My destiny.\r\nSometimes I see the anger and hate in this world and it makes me realise what drove me to consider suicide in the first place.....
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 32
Comments1
Wonderfully written poem. Really enjoyed reading your words
Thank You Tony , I thought I had responded at the time! Obviously not! Nice to hear from you.
Quirky
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