Dark Poetry

I live in the dark

a world of my own making

i live in constant fear

of my soul breaking

darkness is comfort

silence is pain

my thoughts drip down the walls

like some kind of twisted rain

can i come to my senses?

i dont really think so

i pray and i hope

neither really helps though

the darkness hides the things

you dont want to see

and leaves me with

no real sense of me........

Remind me im loved

remind me im free

remind me im breathing

despite the horrors i see

remind me im living

mo matter what i might feel

and i have people that love me

for good and for real

remind me of children

of yours and of mine

and remind me that someday

i WILL feel just fine

remind me that one day

ill be happy again

no matter the problems

or the who, how, and when

remind me...........

that im here

searching for answers

searching for relief

searching for comfort

and release from my grief

acting like normal

hurting inside

full of the pain

i try so hard to hide

searching for someone

to help me through this

knowing its hard

when theres so much i miss

searching for mommy

and my child within

searching for the person

that was able to grin

searching for solace

and finding no peace

and wishing i wasnt

the person i keep

 dont weep for the woman hung on the hill

for though her life is over

at last she is still

no torment can reach her where she now abides

and silence has virtues

as strong as the tides

dont weep for the woman hung there today

she rests now in freedom

far from this place

her shadow may glide past here time and again

but her spirit is not weeping

she commited no sin

weep not for this woman, she died here in grace

with the look of an angel

burned on her face

the love of the Lord was with her today

as she raised her face to Heaven

and went on her way

my mind is a scream

my thoughts in a dream

the tears that i cry floating

down in a stream

the scars that i wear

the pain that i bear

the notion of suffering

causing a tear

the rip in my heart

the pain from the start

ive known that i had

burdens to bear on a cart

the cart is my shoulders

the burden my shame

the pain is the knowing

that i am to blame

for not seeing...........