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My Morning Sun

Poetry By: iola ried

Reaching out for something to hold...

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

My Morning Sun.


There is a dense feeling of aching within me

I'm slowly blurring out of focus

I can feel myself breaking


Heavy clouds are crushing down on me

I'm drowning in endless misery

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


Could this be the ending I've dreamed?


Fading in and out of consciousness

From high grounds I'm falling

I'm failing at life without a fuss


In an unbearable sense of floating

I'm grieving for something

And damn, is it really hurting


Inking sweet words with the blood from my arms


My body jerking again and again

My fate I'm jinxing with my pain

My sanity I'm mercilessly killing, ready to slay


Here I am laying down to say

Lying that I'll be okay

For some insight I'm longing


What part of me is missing to the shadows?


What is it that I'm mourning?

I'm needing that feeling of belonging

My insides are numbing


My demons never stop pacing

Every slow breath I take is paining

My guardian angel quitting


Reaching out for something, anything to hold


Day by day I'm slowly rotting

And screaming in deafening silence

Sinking in this feeling of remorse


My soul is shattering like glass

My body smashing in to smithereens

I'm tainting my soul with the paint of darkness


Using ashes from the flames of fury and hate


My sinful acts I'm expertly veiling

And waiting to seize happiness once more

Pushing away the need to keep weeping


Wanting to feel like living on

I'm yearning to see the morning sun


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