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Old 07-31-2003, 11:53 AM   #1
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Poem

Painful Reflection

The past of another reflects on her face
Fearing steps will follow to that cold and hollow place
For that place I still see and its to close to let go
Should we not walk at all and choose to not know
Will the curiosity tare inside till the life in me is dead
Burning in my mind these thoughts raging in my head
The thought to release them tares at my heart
But hiding those feelings is becoming an art
But am I cold to feel them or are they feelings from the soul
Or has my soul died and inside Im beginning to take the toll
And the shadows that hide in the death aren’t helping at all
For their the ones that find the pleasure in seeing me fall
Even the ones that don’t take pleasure in my failure just watch me slip away
Why cant one stay and comfort me, why cant just one of you stay?
You have all left me to deicide this on my own ant it burns me to dust
Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust, the words for which you lust
But that satisfaction is one I wont allow you to gain
The only satisfaction you’ll have is seeing me in pain
And Ill hide that for as long as my sole will allow
Not that it matters for I haven’t felt in so long I have forgotten how
But then when Im with her my soul seems to lift and a spirit shows life
But in my mind burns the question of her reflection full of strife
Should I feel with my soul or listen to my mind
Will it even make a difference in the end for the both of them bind
Or is it just a reflection or does it reflect her inside
Is that reflection trying to show me the things she has to hide
Im just not knowing where to turn and Im not seeing my way
But this seems right now and I wont trouble myself today
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"althought the names change inside we are all the same, why cant we tare down the walls and show the scar's were covering?"-Inside us All

My stage is shared by many millions who lift there hands up high because they feel this, we are one we are strong, the more you hold us down the more we press on!- What If

To them Im seen as different but that I cant control
I know they couldn’t walk one step in my shoes
Refusing to see inside is something that they choose
And giving in to their hatred is something I refuse
For the moment I give in is the moment that I lose
Loosing is a risk that I just cannot take
Cause if I loose it’s my heart that will brake- Falling Alone
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