Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Surviving, Mar 26, 2008.

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  1. Surviving

    Surviving Well-Known Member

    How does the heart continue
    to beat when no will is there,
    the blood coursing through our veins
    and making it stop is our only care.

    Life isn't fair and that's no lie
    take the brunt hit straight away,
    why bother to get back up -
    a heap on the floor is what I should stay.

    No pity I do seek ever
    leave me alone is oft my desire,
    the solitude, the silence...
    mere blocks for my growing pyre.

    But, fight I do, no clue why
    I have grown to love the me,
    the me I once gave up on
    the one my kids run to with glee.

    The demons still come - I hate
    the days that seem to have no light,
    but I have found my reason...
    my reason to continue the fight.

    You on the forum know my feelings
    my family doesn't know what's true,
    but I am sure if they knew how it helps me
    to you all they'd say 'Thank You'.


  2. OMG that was wonderful, Surviving (and you so very welcome...)


    I was hooked from the first stanza onward - with that rhetorical, bitter, unanswerable and horrible question...for I'd asked it myself countless times...
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Lovely :hug:
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