Eyes open
I lie on my bed...
early morning
and my body is dead...
I don't feel a thing
nor a reason to get up...
A day is to start
and I am already fade up...
What is it you have robed me of ?
What is it you have stolen ?
Why is it that I don't feel a thing ?
am lost for words and am guessing ..!
Was it you ?
or it was me ?
Who killed the dreams
we both wanted to see ?
Wounds have healed...
Scars been left...
It pains no long
to sing those songs
but still I lie
in bed and try
to close my eyes
and dream to fly
away
someplace...
where you dont
have a trace.....
I lie on my bed...
early morning
and my body is dead...
I don't feel a thing
nor a reason to get up...
A day is to start
and I am already fade up...
What is it you have robed me of ?
What is it you have stolen ?
Why is it that I don't feel a thing ?
am lost for words and am guessing ..!
Was it you ?
or it was me ?
Who killed the dreams
we both wanted to see ?
Wounds have healed...
Scars been left...
It pains no long
to sing those songs
but still I lie
in bed and try
to close my eyes
and dream to fly
away
someplace...
where you dont
have a trace.....
1 comment:
whomever this poem is about, he/she has done very well to feel the way he/she does
...for some the wounds never heal,
and the bleeding heart would not seal.
scars can not find a place
there is just corroded flesh.
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