emotions

Fears.
Anexities.
Happiness.
Insanity.
All of which trap me in a world of mixed feelings for eternity.

Which makes my soul cry out for help to release me from all the pains and strains.

For so long I have been praying for a way out of it all.

But I'm lost.

Lost in my own world.

Where no one can hear me cry.

Scream. Yell out for help. Just me.
I scream my lungs out.

Til my eyes are blood shot red.

Lungs clenching trying to take in air.

But it won't work.

I scream and scream til i fall out in distress.

What else is there to do?

They are just emotions.
 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Emotions control our life. A wise person learn to control their feelings and desires. Can get in less trouble that way. I like the movement and flow of the words. A excellent poem.
Coyote