The poem illustrates a burdening love which forces the poet to escape only through death.
Screaming and burning, my heart overwhelmed with fright
-ening images of you,
Don't you see what you're putting me through?
I don't want to see that spark, that kiss,
I don't want to watch reruns of my bliss,
All I want to do, is forget you.
Why won't you leave me alone?
Always crawling in my sleep, slashing at my dreams,
Why won't you just go on home?
On the verge of tears, bursting at the seams.
I'm drowning, drowning, drowning in fears
Of losing my mind and the tears
And the wall I've built so high, wall I've built so strong,
Wall I've built so hard, wall I've built so long.
Crashing, crashing, crashing in the distance,
The sound of thunder echoes my resistance,
And my faith lies on the cross
As my body reeks of violent loss,
And I go down, lost beneath the waves,
Storming through the darkness of the caves,
Of my mind, in which I hide.
With arms wide open towards the edge of decease,
Towards the six foot drop and the calming of peace.
Poetry by Shas Ramlogan
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Written on 2006-04-22 at 19:40
Tags Death  Love 
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Six Feet To Peace
Tossing and turning, I can't sleep at night,Screaming and burning, my heart overwhelmed with fright
-ening images of you,
Don't you see what you're putting me through?
I don't want to see that spark, that kiss,
I don't want to watch reruns of my bliss,
All I want to do, is forget you.
Why won't you leave me alone?
Always crawling in my sleep, slashing at my dreams,
Why won't you just go on home?
On the verge of tears, bursting at the seams.
I'm drowning, drowning, drowning in fears
Of losing my mind and the tears
And the wall I've built so high, wall I've built so strong,
Wall I've built so hard, wall I've built so long.
Crashing, crashing, crashing in the distance,
The sound of thunder echoes my resistance,
And my faith lies on the cross
As my body reeks of violent loss,
And I go down, lost beneath the waves,
Storming through the darkness of the caves,
Of my mind, in which I hide.
With arms wide open towards the edge of decease,
Towards the six foot drop and the calming of peace.
Poetry by Shas Ramlogan
Read 1172 times
Written on 2006-04-22 at 19:40
Tags Death  Love 
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