Lost
I know not who my enemies are
the dust has cleared but the road is gone
these voices scream "go left!" "go right!"
but all I want to do is STOP.
STOP, go back to that treasured world
where life and love was ne'er so cold
but ripped away it was from me
pulled right from beneath my feet.
I've been pushed down, my wind knocked out
and I'm sick of my consequences.
I thought my choice would fix the bad
my selfish heart wouldn't let you be
I stole your joy, with hate was clad,
and stained my hope of an innocent plea.
I know not who my enemies are
the dust has cleared but the road is gone
these voices scream "go left!" "go right!"
but all I want to do is STOP.
STOP, go back to that treasured world
where life and love was ne'er so cold
but ripped away it was from me
pulled right from beneath my feet.
I've been pushed down, my wind knocked out
and I'm sick of my consequences.
I thought my choice would fix the bad
my selfish heart wouldn't let you be
I stole your joy, with hate was clad,
and stained my hope of an innocent plea.
I'm sorry all the pain I've caused
I'ts the only way that I knew how...
All common sense in my head paused...
I masked my fear that I'd allowed.
A fear of loss, yet not of you
that's for your other half to-be
but to never have you to lose
is what makes my stomach flee.
Crystal Kerr
8-17-07
DED2SB
posted by Golf Sox | 6:22 PM
1 Comments:
Very interesting poetry. From wince does it come?
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