Giving up


Giving up
            By Sharon Maria Moemise

Feeling the cold, hard steel betwixt my fingers
the smell of cordite in the air lingers
I close my eyes, shutting them tight
Should I? Could I? Who wins this fight?

Why does pain feel so at home in my life
Muddling my senses, cutting like a knife,
Always on the doorstep of my sanity
Fighting to remove all traces of humanity

I try to remember the cause of my breakdown
I wrestle my thoughts from a seed already sown
Is it worth it to cut my life's memories so short
My existence, my soul, threatening to abort

I feel the cold, hard steel betwixt my fingers
The smell of cordite in the air lingers
I close my eyes against the glare of the sun
then unwind my fingers to toss away the gun



  • Author: SharonMoemise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2017 14:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: Nothing is worth giving up your soul for.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 40
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    AMEN SISTER ~ There is nothing more precious than your Spiritual Soul. Your poem was painful to read and you know just how much God loves you ~ enough to commit his Beloved Son on the Cross ~ AMEN ! Also you know how much you are loved on MPS and how much we would all miss you. Thinking of You ~ Loving You ~ Praying for you 24/7 ~ Yours BRIAN XOX

    • SharonMoemise

      Thank you Brian. I haven't been on MPS for a while. I missed your comments and warmth.

    • WriteBeLight

      Love the last line. Great work SharonMoemise.

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