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
(c) Linda Hill 2004
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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