It's a long and lonely road Along this long road of life Comes love, heart ache's and pain Loneliness became part of who I am Alone I have been on this road of love Alone on the road of happiness Alone on the road of battle The sharp curves of anger The sharp words of bitterness The sharp reality Of no turning back The sharp voice of death There was a time to enjoy There was a time to except There was a time to cry There was a time to trust There was a time to believe But then came the time to break Time to let go Time to mistrust Time to misbelieve Time to let loose No more holding on No more tears No more heartache No more fighting No need to pray No need to turn around No need to cry No need to love No need to carry on Time to die Bye
This world sometimes tend to weigh down upon us and seem unbearable. Tiredness of the day to day struggle gets to the point where we don't think we can go on. This poem captures that mood but fortunately for us things always have a way of changing and we find the goodness and the extra hands to hold up the world that seemed so heavy only a while ago. Great poem Tink.
Hope the mood passes quickly Sis! We all feel this way at times,the thing is to hang in keep the faith and know that :this too shall pass" My thoughts and prayers are with you Tinka!
TRUST me, Tinka: we ALL have days where we wish death was an easy outlet--have had a few of them since starting my new job at work. Work is NOT going well unless I get transferred! STRESS CITY!! WHAAAAAA!!
Hang in there, sweetie, you are ever in my prayers today--and always! I love you!
(((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
I Look Forward To Death ( I Don't Think Of My Death) I Think Of All Those Dead Innocent Little Children,i.e. Anything Is Better Beyond This Evil World...
I Think Of How I Will Make Perverts Molestors PAY-Who Kill Them How What I Will Do Them,i.e. So Ever Long Slow Never Ending Painful Deaths...
Accept It And Be Better For Accepting Death,i.e. You Fear It You Go Someplace Else Even More Evil...
We all have our bad days. TRUST me. But I will not let death have me. Been there--but now I have something to live for, can unload all of my anger, frustration and loneliness (as well as happy moments) on the page, be done with it. Poof, healing in writing, it's gone. At least for me.
Powerfully expressed angst--I agree with George and Peter.
You're in my prayers...(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Learning a new job is the PITS! Hate what I'm doing, trying to stick it out, ain't easy. Keep me in your prayers, Karen, too. Especially her.
When we lose someone, it is a kind of death. You know how to express that pain. Your runner -- what might s/he be running from or to? Thought provoking. Glad you do carry on through your poetry. R
... Think you is singin me Mum's song, Tinka!! Guess there just comes a time, for both the living and the dying, when all the "bracing up and getting on" just will not wash any more... at least, for the moment... and what is REALLY needed is just to give it up, give in and to get real so that, facing the issues that grieve squarely, can perhaps present a new way in which to tackle them again. Like the raw honesty here and am relieved that you is just on a justifiable rant. Bless you!! :)) LOL Kate xx
George is right Tinka
You must not harbor thoughts of death, it is very debilating and crippling !
When you are full of living, you do not fear death, you just meet it when it comes with faith and trust in God !
Love
Peter
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Birgit and Roger
Tinky, it sounds like it's
Time to let loose
No more holding on
No more tears
No more heartache
But you are tough,
Enjoy it, for life is never enough...Ed
Felix
love and hugs,
eT
Hang in there, sweetie, you are ever in my prayers today--and always! I love you!
(((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
I Think Of How I Will Make Perverts Molestors PAY-Who Kill Them How What I Will Do Them,i.e. So Ever Long Slow Never Ending Painful Deaths...
Accept It And Be Better For Accepting Death,i.e. You Fear It You Go Someplace Else Even More Evil...
TRASK
We all have our bad days. TRUST me. But I will not let death have me. Been there--but now I have something to live for, can unload all of my anger, frustration and loneliness (as well as happy moments) on the page, be done with it. Poof, healing in writing, it's gone. At least for me.
Powerfully expressed angst--I agree with George and Peter.
You're in my prayers...(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Learning a new job is the PITS! Hate what I'm doing, trying to stick it out, ain't easy. Keep me in your prayers, Karen, too. Especially her.
You must not harbor thoughts of death, it is very debilating and crippling !
When you are full of living, you do not fear death, you just meet it when it comes with faith and trust in God !
Love
Peter
Love and Hugs,
George