Pictures, numbers and material nonsense items, These can all deplete and fade with time just as a woman’s beauty does; But never do the memories in your heart, head and soul,
By Tahnee Cole3 years ago in Poets
“People have two faces; just like a rose. “The sun is glorious; but staring too long can be blinding” “Beauty can be blinding”
“Sorry” All shattered and torn inside, Heart burned to ashes and space, Nerves shot, exhausted, emotions fried, The weariness and depression shows on your face,
“The pain and the Torment” “My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer 11 years ago; She fought long and hard; it spread from breasts to liver, intestines,
“Me” Hopelessness so intense, A void all consuming, Life no longer makes sense, First light is painfully overwhelming,
“My Existence” A product of spite, Uncensored relations, Bounded emotions, Anxiety out of control, Unfathomable desperation,
“Internally” The sadness is back with a vengeance, I’m mentally exhausted, completely obliterated, I’m not sure how much more I can bare,
“Goodbye Mama” I have to block out thoughts of you, all memories and your voice, So I don’t go insane, I wish I knew then what I know now; the damage is done, the scars run deep,
“Broken” I’m depressed and feeling down, When nobody is around I breakdown and cry, The feelings of hopelessness and defeat become overwhelming,
“Bottomless” I’m locked away in the deepest, darkest of space, In this prison they’ve created, self detested and hated,