*Positive *A Poem by ayejodie
Reduced to a small child,
I am needy again. I become weak and dependant. Crying at night, so they don't hear, I pray so hard to God. In this moment, I am nothing. In this barren wasteland, I sit. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I call for my Mother. Scream. I am a lost wreckage, In a sea of silence. No adult instincts, I cannot survive this one. Feeling more alone than I ever have.. I fall victim to my latest fight. I cannot go on... I cannot go on, alone. I let it consume me, in hopes I will be numb. You've let me down, you didn't save me.. This little life already doomed, Because we are.
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