CT (4th November 1994 / Stoke Mandeville)

Suffocate My Sins

A pillow pushing hard against my face,
To soften my sinful cries.
To cover my pain and disgrace,
And hide away my lies.

Pushing so hard now,
That I can hardly breathe.
Suffocating ever so slowly,
Like every day I lead.

Becoming weak under the pressure,
Too tired to even strive.
So I try and become what I was,
And make my days a 'life'.

It seems hope is really bleak,
Because these walls are closing in.
I'm crumbling under the weight,
Of my every little sin.

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Wow thts a very nice poem C EMOTIONAL! ! sme sme xx Love You xx
Nicely said. I felt the emotion all the way through the poem.