My heart feels like it could no longer carry this weight,
it has been too much this week, day 7/8.
I’m full of sad- and loneliness,
even my brain is a mess.
Can’t stop this pain in my body,
I’m feeling used and shoddy.
I’ve got nobody to talk with,
only this book to tell my myth.
I don’t know where this sprout of sadness comes from,
but I know I want to root out this scum.
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May 01, 2011 @ 21:56:28
A very descriptive and powerful piece of writing..Eliza Keating
May 01, 2011 @ 22:02:37
Thank you very much Eliza. Take a look at my other poems if you want to. Nice Evening, Saz.
May 01, 2011 @ 22:06:23
Yes I will..so pleased I came across your pages..Eliza
May 01, 2011 @ 22:29:57
Yours are very poetic and inspiring too, thank you for your posts. x