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My Morning Sun

Poetry By: iola ried
Poetry



Reaching out for something to hold...


Submitted:May 5, 2012    Reads: 27    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


My Morning Sun.

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There is a dense feeling of aching within me

I'm slowly blurring out of focus

I can feel myself breaking

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Heavy clouds are crushing down on me

I'm drowning in endless misery

The life in me is dying though I'm alive, breathing

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Could this be the ending I've dreamed?

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Fading in and out of consciousness

From high grounds I'm falling

I'm failing at life without a fuss

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In an unbearable sense of floating

I'm grieving for something

And damn, is it really hurting

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Inking sweet words with the blood from my arms

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My body jerking again and again

My fate I'm jinxing with my pain

My sanity I'm mercilessly killing, ready to slay

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Here I am laying down to say

Lying that I'll be okay

For some insight I'm longing

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What part of me is missing to the shadows?

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What is it that I'm mourning?

I'm needing that feeling of belonging

My insides are numbing

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My demons never stop pacing

Every slow breath I take is paining

My guardian angel quitting

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Reaching out for something, anything to hold

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Day by day I'm slowly rotting

And screaming in deafening silence

Sinking in this feeling of remorse

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My soul is shattering like glass

My body smashing in to smithereens

I'm tainting my soul with the paint of darkness

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Using ashes from the flames of fury and hate

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My sinful acts I'm expertly veiling

And waiting to seize happiness once more

Pushing away the need to keep weeping

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Wanting to feel like living on

I'm yearning to see the morning sun





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