Reborn
Please help me heal.
Nights go by like birds
in flight
sweeping past me violently.
The nights are long
and cold in this little room.
The mornings so violently
real there's no time for
emotional fences.
Walking around I feel eyes
on me ever so.
Do they know?
Do they understand?
What have they heard?
I feel uneasy and sick
like my stomach is filled
with undesirables.
I want to run and hide like
a rabbit that's been shot at
but where to run?
Tick tock.
The sound of a distant clock
ticks to the sound of my heartbeat.
Fear and panic
are one in the same for me.
Not knowing the unknown
causes greater pains in me
than I've ever felt before.
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
What have I done wrong?
Regret and anguish
are all I know.
Can you teach me how to learn?
Can you teach me the way of the
good and the pure?
Wash away this pain and fear
and tell me how does it feel to be
reborn.
About the Creator
Becca Mahar
Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.
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