The memories of life will destroy me. I ache with the thoughts of darkness that overwhelms me from within, consuming me from the heat of the sun, that tries to warm my heart. Do I see what is happening to me? Do I feel what's happening to me? I'm tangled by the wed of danger that's wraps my brain.
Close to the Darkness
I am contacted daily by the dead thoughts in my mind. I love the only thing in my life and that is the dim clouds that hang overhead as the season turns to fall. The wonderful shade of grey brings me closer to another day without light.
My Sin
My Sin is envy of other people's happiness. I ask "Where is my happiness?" What has happened to me to feel like this? How do I find the bright light of living, the laughter, the self distraction has to stop!!
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River of Darkness
My heart beats slower and slower each day. I'm burning, my veins are burning with the flow of pain that I feel. I'm used to nothing that feels better than this. I need someone to call me. I need someone to turn the light on. Why am I fighting for life when all I want is to disappear? Why do you hate me now? I'm on the wrong side of life and I keep coming back to the beginning. Where can I get off this ride? I just want to hide, I keep being lost deep inside this is not my life to play. I don't love myself and I don't need anybody else to love me. I'm feeling I'm alone, I'm screaming to you to please find me every day of my life. If my life is worth fighting for where is god to keep my head held high and don't keep my head down low? Hold me now when I need you the most don't let me down I want to rise like the river in your arms so don't let me drowned. I'm falling in the shadows, I'm tired of the battle. When the past runs to me, I live in the shadows of someone else, but part of me is here, sometimes I don't know what to say. I need to take a look around me to find something better each day. All I see is the dark around me. Light a match and start a fire inside me. I'm not learning anything from this. I guess I gotta learn how to let it go! I'm whispering with a glass of water in my hand, I'm falling and crashing breaking my glass on the floor. We're all just strangers in this world together, not knowing where we're going, or what we're doing. I am but one person standing on a rock floating in space.
By Lori Dickson5 years ago in Poets
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Hi Lori, I wrote this poem in response to your poetry a couple years ago and I just wanted to share it with you: https://vocal.media/poets/dear-lori-dickson