I Hope This Life Wasn'T Mine!

I am trying to push my tears aside,
praying to Him, for sorrows to divide.
Frantically I am searching for a shade,
though all I see is a razor blade.
Tortured, crippled, dragged into gloom,
life is no more than a shattered dream.
Papa's angel, Mama's darling,
now a broken verse which noone can sing.

by joana bluementhal

Comments (2)

Great write, joana... melancholic but great! Brian
that was a beautiful poem. I hope that u don't turn to the blake anymore. Great write, smiles N hugs, Willow: -)