H e l p

smothered

I would like to walk a mile

With heavy feet and a broken smile

It's fine to pretend, it's alright to hide

But I badly need to confide

Exhaustion is already lethargic

There's no use being apathetic

I would wish for the worldly attention

Hear my plea and listen to my affliction

I'm a bird without a flight

Demons keep stealing my placid night

My bones are papers in water

The torment in my soul is a horrendous vapor

Perhaps if I close these eyes now

Doomed heart may begin to cow

As painful meditation insist to hover

No tomorrow could come over

Should I see the sun?
Or should I be gone? 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a very depressive state to be in.

"My bones are papers in water"

Great line there, really sums up the entire work here, well done Papermush.

[Eva Rosehill]

A view deep and emotional piece. 'I'm a bird without flight.' Very powerful, my favourite line in the poem by far. I enjoyed this.