Broken Trail in Strife

Crushing my will underneath your cold hand

I try to move on but I can't lose the grip.

When I try to gain my breath I just force myself under again.

I'm a culprit!

What can I say to myself under pressure,

Nothing can force me to feel any more of a lesser,

I am not forgiven or replaced, I'm just all in your face,

Hate me...

Just grow old!

I feel the leaves falling down!

Just lay upon me and force me to disappear.

No response, no idle speech.

Let me feel.

Let the stars just spell my name.

I don't want some sympathy.

Just give a living reason!

Why do your feelings lie to my face?

Cry in your linen and lace!

Stain the purest white with the dark black of your mascara tears.

Author's Note

An old, old poem.

Reviews

[falling_toxic_rain]

Hmm. Seems like mixed emotion.however nice.