Poetry is not my thing, but this one hit a nerve...very close to home. Very good, Karrie.
Wake up every morning And open my eyes Look at the ceiling and repress my cries Memories of my life The pain of loss Every day I bear that cross Feel like Death is next to me Taunting me with my family "Take me" I think to myself "Take me and no one else" Its been so long since I felt at peace Every day a war that will not cease Holds me down Can not go no further Living a life of a slow murder By: Warless C. Khline |
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