Was not happy when I wrote this.
Yet the clouds are dark and black,
if everyone is soo happy and bright,
why, then do I feel like crap?
I just want to ran away, to hide and to shut out
their piercing, accusing sight.
I know I acted recklessly -
and I put myself in this position,
But when I asked you for your help,
your rebuff, it really hurt,
now we are both angry
and to each other, we will not listen.
But i've got something to tell,
I loathe feeling like absolute hell,
I'm drowning under this steady-rising tide,
of yours - and my own -
and everyones criticizing negativity.
You are all adding to this unhelpful spell,
that I find i'm being buried under,
Standing on the edge of a steep cliff,
I wonder - do you? how far it was I fell?
I do not know as I was pushed over
by the yelling, scary claps of echoing thunder.
Now i'm TRAPPED! at the bottom,
of a muddy, storm-filled hole,
But, instead of trying to dig myself out,
I am just diging down, deeper and deeper.
Trying to hide from Truth's blinding light -
like a mole,
All of my joy -
like a thief your negativity stole.
All of this has got to stop,
pretending I am fine...
..when deep down, i'm not.
17/10/05
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2006-01-03 at 16:29
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Deep down, I'm not.
It's sunny -Yet the clouds are dark and black,
if everyone is soo happy and bright,
why, then do I feel like crap?
I just want to ran away, to hide and to shut out
their piercing, accusing sight.
I know I acted recklessly -
and I put myself in this position,
But when I asked you for your help,
your rebuff, it really hurt,
now we are both angry
and to each other, we will not listen.
But i've got something to tell,
I loathe feeling like absolute hell,
I'm drowning under this steady-rising tide,
of yours - and my own -
and everyones criticizing negativity.
You are all adding to this unhelpful spell,
that I find i'm being buried under,
Standing on the edge of a steep cliff,
I wonder - do you? how far it was I fell?
I do not know as I was pushed over
by the yelling, scary claps of echoing thunder.
Now i'm TRAPPED! at the bottom,
of a muddy, storm-filled hole,
But, instead of trying to dig myself out,
I am just diging down, deeper and deeper.
Trying to hide from Truth's blinding light -
like a mole,
All of my joy -
like a thief your negativity stole.
All of this has got to stop,
pretending I am fine...
..when deep down, i'm not.
17/10/05
Poetry by liz munro
Read 715 times
Written on 2006-01-03 at 16:29
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