I Am Screaming "Go Away Sadness! "A Poem by PoeticFuryI want it gone
I see all this pain.
Does anyone seem to see that this is no game. That this is a real thing "yes sadness" I scream get away how do you know my name? Even the purest and the good have days where there are off these tears are a plague that is killing of from the inside. The first stages of it is depression lack of smiling. Then we feel as our insides tighten up. We begin coughing. While we try to run away from it the sadness is like a bad ex stalking. A voice in our head that no one can hear but us and it drives us till we begin to listen to it, and then we are talking. I see people confined to a damn wheel chair not able to walk or can give a normal life, but people think nothing can happen to them. Do you think it is that fun to make fun of people? You think that is alright? I see sadness in their eyes underneath the cries that has been growing ever since it was given birth by their mother and farther in reality, and hurting it from an emotional stand point with empty promises and lies. As people lose their lives. I am sorry is that not good enough sadness how about having bad intentions to hurt animals, or maybe knowing that some kids are unborn. As a result they die. This is been going on and this is getting stronger it hurts my heart to see the slightest thing happen to someone, and even me. As it stays by me it gets worse, and it is not going anywhere in this world it tends to stay longer. I have a hunger for a heart with a thirst that I can't quench. With questions for the world on why we leave each other so sad where was thesanity. The days of the so call good should I have been born back there cause if it was here I would love to know where it went. What if that person who pick up the blade could be saved? To say that happiness is real, and its just hard to come by, and till it comes just know that I will be here to help you and slowly we will make sure you have it made? What if instead we were to come out of the struggle into the huddle, and the kid was not neglected, and every girl was able to be cuddled. Would it take away sadness. Free me from this cause sometime this is something that tares me down from within. Sadness is my enemy. Which is now the 8th deadly sins. How is it that things have gotten so hard where people have to beg. Where they can't keep a pair of clothes to cover their body and legs. How I miss the past if it really was that good. This sadness I scream get away from me. I would take you away and kill you if I could. "We are all screaming" "In some shape form of fashion bleeding" .....One day I hope to find a cure and have someone to cure me.
© 2011 PoeticFuryAuthor's Note
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Added on April 15, 2011 Last Updated on April 15, 2011 AuthorPoeticFuryNew Orleans, LAAboutHeaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more.. |



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