07.21.2003
Poetry » Wounded (Draft 1)

picking up the pieces of
your shattered heart
as you try to stay alive
is it me who feels the pain of life
and all it's fractures of need and grief
for all that has been lost
drifting through the haze
of fear and disillusion
trying to make sense
of what it all means
where did i go wrong
i can't see the answers anymore
is the pain just in my head
or has the light gone out
forever
try to see the way to all
that i have lost
make the most of what i was dealt
i can't hear the voices anymore
feel the absolution
to all that has been found
i can't feel the warmth anymore
picking up the peices
of your shattered dreams
how will i breathe tomorrow
if i can't feel the pain anymore

[karma: 1 (+/-)]