Sometimes the skies get dark And grey I get lost Can't find my way Storm clouds move in The thunder rolls The demons scream Or so I'm told Tears come down Fall to the floor No hope is left Anymore
I need someone to Understand Simply sit and hold my Hand
Sometimes the road is dark And long I cry in pain A lonely song The clock ticks on The shadows stare My soul cries out But no one's there My pain is raw From deep within Would suicide be such a Sin
I need someone to Understand Simply sit and hold my Hand
I am in agreement with Michelle on this, Linda. Graphic and verses complement one another very well. Thank you for this offering. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on June 6, 2004
I think many will be able to relate to this feeling. I like that you wrote it without being over-emotional, with a light hand. The photo goes really well. Great write.
The power of heeling that just a warm, strong, friendly hand cam give to us. So many times more heeling than words spoken.
Thank you for this great thought you give here.
Tommy
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2004
"The shadows stare..." Linda, that line caught my breath.. I stopped and thought about it... yes, they do seem to but I've never read it before.. it's perfect in your poem... who couldn't relate to these utterly human "down" times... beautifully written! katy xox.
It should be so simple.
That hand to hold should not be so hard to find.
This touched me so deeply.
A hand was given to me and taken away. Not everybody can keep promises.
I still have 2 hands, I'll use them.
Precious writing as always.
Love,
John
Linda,
Excellent write, my friend. Imagine how beautiful the world would be if everyone just took a little time to listen.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2004
Heart wrenching brilliant poetry, Poet Linda Hill!!! It amazes me how just holding one’s hand, could prevent needless suffering. You have a very remarkable gift for expressing these priceless moments to reach out and hold someone before it’s too late. Thank you for sharing your outstanding talents and poetry, Poetess.
Oh God, Linda! You have just said what I have
wanted to say or have been trying to say for a
very long time. Thank you. The poem spoke to
my inner being, and not many people get that
close to the inner child in me so I just want to give you
a great big ((HUGSZ))) and ((TEARS)). Maybe we can
chat sometime soon.
Becca
Reviewed by Jennifer Clacher (Reader)
Reviewed on June 3, 2004
Beautiful. This poem has definitely touched me.
Reviewed by Robert Blackwell (Reader)
Reviewed on June 3, 2004
I can greatly relate to this; it is a poignant reminder that everyone needs a friend. Beautifullly written.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on June 3, 2004
This touched my heart Linda, and spoke to my soul.
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I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
So well expressed.
Peg
My Little Children's Hands Will Be Reaching Out To You 1st_
Your friend,TRASK
PS: Nothin More Romantic Than Holding Hands Together Walken Beach, Street, Wherever!
This is such beautiful heartfelt poetry...
Stunningly penned!
Love, Sheila
Thank you for this great thought you give here.
Tommy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
That hand to hold should not be so hard to find.
This touched me so deeply.
A hand was given to me and taken away. Not everybody can keep promises.
I still have 2 hands, I'll use them.
Precious writing as always.
Love,
John
Excellent write, my friend. Imagine how beautiful the world would be if everyone just took a little time to listen.
Your Friend,
Thomas Lanechanger
Allen
Peace 2 U,
cynth'ya lewis reed
wanted to say or have been trying to say for a
very long time. Thank you. The poem spoke to
my inner being, and not many people get that
close to the inner child in me so I just want to give you
a great big ((HUGSZ))) and ((TEARS)). Maybe we can
chat sometime soon.
Becca