by Laura Via
Sunday, November 23, 2003
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I sit here up on this hill,
looking down upon the
world and wonder ...
What in the Hell is the point?
Why should I even bother
to try ... it will all falter in
the long run, after all.
I shed tears again, for the pain
that dwells within me rises once
more to the surface and I want
to scratch out these eyes so
I cannot see. Rip out my heart
so that I might not feel!
I wish not to have emotion please ...
Take away my pain, please, I beg
and plead with the powers that
swirl upon the winds that whisper
gently in my ear. Is this all there
is to life, this deep seated pain
that sears the soul?
Let me rip out their hearts and feast!
Then, perhaps, they might know what
it feels like to wander through the
forests of life alone, feeling so much
I ache ... someone please take away
this pain! End my suffering now ...
before it is too late and I become bitter
I am becoming detached I fear ... I am
cold and unfeeling. My skin, can't you
feel it? It is cold to the touch, I am
dying inside and it will not stop. My soul
has been stripped from me.
Burn me at the stake ... do not love me.
I am merely just a shell of some former self,
struggling now to break free of the bonds
now set upon me as I sit here upon this
dying grassy hill. Crucify me upon this here
tree and leave me to the devices of time.
Do not love me ... for I am broken, damaged.
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|Reviewed by Adam Walsvik
|I've known numbness. I don't like it very much.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
o, i felt this one--sometimes it hurts so much, it chokes you
been there--deeply felt this one--powerfully written
(((HUGS))) and love,
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Wonderful poetry! Excellently done! (((HUGS))) and much love, your frien d in Texas, Karen Lynn. :(|
|Reviewed by Robin Spicer
|Would that i could reach out, and take this person by the hand, and heal the pain, I would do it for I feel the pain.
|Reviewed by Libby Stone
|Beautiful soulful write, Well done,Laura.