Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by resistance, Nov 3, 2006.

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  1. resistance

    resistance Staff Alumni

    I wrote this at 5am this morning as I couldn't sleep.. It's not that good.

    An angel without her wings intact,
    the beauty drained through fear and angish.
    Tired little eyes that doesn't want face the world.
    As she hides in the corner praying & wishing,
    she could disappear.

    No one can see through her protective stance,
    which is shows thoughout the day.
    Hiding her pain and beaten heart,
    she can't find the words to say.
    No one would listen to hear tearful words,
    even if she was to talk.
    For this little angel doesn't belong in the world,
    the only thing people do is taunt.

    Of little significance she cries every night,
    longing to be at peace.
    Closing her sweet blue eyes,
    Yearning for her sadness to cease.

    She rises in the morning and sinks into the darkness,
    a place she can only understand.
    A residence of hate and destruction,
    the misery crawls beneath her skin.
    Another day, another night,
    another year she cannot cope.
    Closing her eyes,
    for the final time,
    all of her worries,
  2. As someone who wakes up all too often at 5:00 in the morning or earlier almost each day, let me say it takes GREAT guts to write about your demons. I just suffer with mine at the time, and they are many. Feels like INSANITY - It's a constant nightmare while awake. I think your words are very brave in their expression... Keep sharing them...

    I know what it is to be afraid...

  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    awesome poem hun :)
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