Grip

The depths of darkness hold me tight
I pray that I can sleep tonight
The scratching sounds inside my head
Make me wish I'll soon be dead

No one seems to understand
I cannot just stop and stand
Up, and get out of bed
This disease will be my end

I hold on tight and try to breathe
My soul just wants to be free
I can't allow it to take control
For if I do, I'll be no more.

Reviews

[Bear]

You had a nice rhyme scheme going did you plan it or did it just work out that way? Nice meter and flow, your sentence structure is spot on and you finished with a nice impact statement. Well done :~)

[bathtime]

Thanks! Rhyme scheme wasn't initially intended, but I noticed I had one and just kept going with it a couple lines in. Muchos thanks. :)

[Chris]

A strongly thought upon theme. Some can appreciate the depths touched while others can't imagine. "Tomorrow is always a breath away..."

[bathtime]

I feel that those who can't, are perhaps a little luckier to not have been exposed to something so unpleasant.

[Chris]

Softly nods to that thought...

[Coyote Poetry]

We must find something worthwhile to live for.
"I hold on tight and try to breathe
My soul just wants to be free
I can't allow it to take control
For if I do, I'll be no more."
We must fight and keep going forward. Thank you for sharing your work. Worthwhile words and thoughts that leave something for the reader to ponder.
Coyote