Torn

One of my earliest 'good' writings, probably age 17.

 

Torn between two, searching for three

Bringing them, to the depths of me

A dark and lonely level

At the bottom of the barrel, scraping

That’s where I’ll be

 

 

Afraid to climb these walls

So strong and high

Into your land of lies

Into your lights, and judging eyes

 

 

So alone, I scratch at these walls

Cutting hands and spirit

Your nam,e this rasping voice calls

Is there anybody listening

 

 

Submerged in despair

Will I see you there?

A dark and lonely depth

At the bottom of a heavy heart, drowning

Too much weight to bear

 

 

Reservoir of tears, I can’t dam

Undermine, who I am

Slowly worn away

A rush of words, overwhelm me

The ugly truth I see

 

 

Turbulent waters, bear me down

Its depths break me, with a violent sound

Too tired to struggle

And it washed me, so far away

Reviews

[Jessica]

omg i loved this great imagery and flowww!

[Sorry Infamous]

Hypnotic, are you sure you were only a teenager when you wrote this?
Rolls of the tongue, so beautiful.

[Passingdaze]

Another excellent piece. The way you express every detail is just amazing. This work stands as one of my personal favorites. Keep on rockin'...

[Sheila Kline]

Such weight to bear, such struggles to have to meet head on at such an early age!!
Vividly expressed, with a wonderful flow!
Well done!

[Seantesunflower]

I felt the despair and sadness in this write.
I have been there as well my friend.
Would make a great song though

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This is painful. I've been there, done that.

The verse almost reads lyrically. Were you thinking of a song?

I look forward to more; and wish you the best.