PT1
Endless nights
And desperate days
Nothing seems to break
This depressing haze
Of a life once cherished
But now broken to hell
I can’t seem to escape
This imprisoning shell
Desolate and bear
My emotions are dead
Nothing inside
But this impending dread
Lifeless and spent
Are my nerves and my will
I pray to you now
Don’t let this nightmare be real
Please give me a sign
Or a glimpse of your face
To at least let me know
I still have a place
Or offer me your hand
And I’ll use all my might
To grasp it in mine
And hold on to it tight
Renew my torn heart
And my wandering soul
Fill it with life
And a reason to grow old
I’ll trust in your kindness
And praise I will give
For giving me just
One reason to live
PT2
My sanity’s back
I can see clear again
Not wanting to return
To that place I had been
It all was a lie
A fake and a sham
It made me forget
All and who I am
I rejoice in my freedom
And sing life’s sweet song
For finding my way back
To the place I belong
You showed me the meaning
Of what life was meant for
You gave me my wings
So again I may soar
So straight to them I will fly
For inside I have won
In realizing the reason
Was two, not just one
It was the love and the need
Of my two beloved sons
- Author: notapoet ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2017 08:43
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this plea to the creator a few years back in the heat of a messy divorce and custody battle, the thought of only seeing my boys every other weekend was unbearable.
- Category: Children
- Views: 35
- Users favorite of this poem: vvnrose
Comments6
So relatable and well said. Awaiting pt2.
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Awesome write
Thanks T.
Welcome
Good write.
Thank you very much for the comment.
very nice piece NAP
Thanks WW, appreciate it very much.
Very heartwrenching. Children are a gift that should not be caught up in their parents' difficulty. However, some people do that, unfortunately. Great and thought provoking write NAP.
Yes I agree, thanks for the comment WBL much appreciated.
Your heart was where it should be. I love that you thought of prayer as a refuge, a source of help. That is inspirational in and of itself. And the poem is sooo well written.
Thank you Augustus for your kind words, means a lot.
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