Post by Monkey Monk on Apr 23, 2006 19:00:43 GMT -6
The heart is a curious thing
of which we have no control.
Always it has odd timing
with which we are brought all.
They heart can be a friend
just as it can be a foe.
It will be with you to the end
though sometimes it will not show.
Pain and sorrow is all I feel
since I let my heart roam free.
Depression has forced me to kneel
from each hurt my heart deals me.
Over and over I give my love
only to have it hurt me like a knife.
I have become like the wounded dove
which holds onto the last thread of life.
How did I become like this
when life holds no meaning?
The answer is hard to miss
on my mind it is gleaming.
Lonely is what one might call
the stasis of which I've become.
Even though my friends keep me tall
inside to the pain I have succumbed.
True I always have one near me
to joke and spar with 'till we bleed.
What I need is just simply
someone who can offer what I need.
What I need above most
is to hide beneath an angel's wing.
My body is just a host
without that very simple thing.
So here I sit all alone
telling you of my sorrow.
I hope you will atone
before you suffer tomorrow.
My heart is shattered and broken
as is my will to keep alive.
Just use my words as a token
and never loose the will to survive.
Easily one of my longer poems...
of which we have no control.
Always it has odd timing
with which we are brought all.
They heart can be a friend
just as it can be a foe.
It will be with you to the end
though sometimes it will not show.
Pain and sorrow is all I feel
since I let my heart roam free.
Depression has forced me to kneel
from each hurt my heart deals me.
Over and over I give my love
only to have it hurt me like a knife.
I have become like the wounded dove
which holds onto the last thread of life.
How did I become like this
when life holds no meaning?
The answer is hard to miss
on my mind it is gleaming.
Lonely is what one might call
the stasis of which I've become.
Even though my friends keep me tall
inside to the pain I have succumbed.
True I always have one near me
to joke and spar with 'till we bleed.
What I need is just simply
someone who can offer what I need.
What I need above most
is to hide beneath an angel's wing.
My body is just a host
without that very simple thing.
So here I sit all alone
telling you of my sorrow.
I hope you will atone
before you suffer tomorrow.
My heart is shattered and broken
as is my will to keep alive.
Just use my words as a token
and never loose the will to survive.
Easily one of my longer poems...
