pieces of me...


Escaping Thoughts

sinking into a sickness that lies
in the pit of my distress
I am often left wondering,
am I really doing my best
to express the doubts within me
those that rise to the top
like the fat of unbelief
which mottles without stop
always growing and consuming
expanding in its girth
suffocating my lifeline
to death it gives new birth
as I drown in the abyss
of certain self destruction
I am crying for a hope,
a reason to function
so if i seem a bit uneasy
be patient for you see
I die each day to myself
in a search to find whose me.

kathy lockhart
9/26/06



Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 21:23

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
When you find her you will finally know what a wonderful person she is. And oh, such talent!
2006-09-28


Saga
All we all need is a little patience to and from all of us!!! Even Axl Rose believed that!!!
2006-09-27


Zachary P. B.
i totally connect kathy...

bookmarked.

who are we? where are we going? no one really knows...

your special z
2006-09-26


Will
Self awareness, it's an age old search within.

Very Deep Write (BM)

You Were Missed MS. LOCKHART
2006-09-26


keith nunes
deep deep kathy and all the very best on your search. i know the feeling! lol
great write
2006-09-26


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there a nice new poem and so very softly depressing in some way rgds mike
2006-09-26