poem
 

Making me grow old

Starting as a child you began to call my name
The body grows but there’s a place Im still the same
Wishing I had died that day you sent me to the earth
The worst day of my life was the day of my birth
I have hurt your heart and wounded myself outside
You never told me all the things I would have to hide
The day I began to fall was the day part of me died
He told me it would never make a difference but now I know he lied
He led me down a path and I cant find it’s end
But Im beginning to see were my path will descend
To a place were I have no more hope to hold
Not that I have any now so without it I grow old
My soul begins to age and my spirit begins to die
Knowing it will hurt I turn to my past and cry
Wishing I had found just one thing to hold on to
I never ask for a God damn perfect life from you
I just wanted some peace to call mine
And for a moment in this hell of a life to shine
To know someone cared and for a moment feel love
But I don’t even now if there is a higher above
And if there is and he even gave a damn than why am I here
Contentment replaced with loneliness and love with fear
The only thing you ever gave me was one damn tear
Not even your own it hade to be mine
You tell me to look but what am I supposed to find
There is nothing but darkness and my sun grows so cold
Letting go of the things that I feel I had a hold
But its all of the things I don’t have a hold that make me grow old
This makes me grow old

sorry for the swearing but its what i felt

very touching sam...

Wow! That was good:( :angel:

I understand the Darkness, Sam. I truly feel for you... go read Caution-Scary stuff... you'll see
Very deep-feeling poem..good for you..

Very nice!!

Hi Sam,

I sense the pain from within coming fourth in this piece. I know of these kinds of wounds of the soul. In time you will heal. Very touching poem.

~Hestla's Honey~ :)

Wow.