Tears are friends I know them well they spend more time with me than I care to tell.Harsh words are loud inside my head they pound and pound as lie in my bed.

Lost and lonely I walk the line looking only to find what is rightfully mine. Peace, is not too much desire. I am exhausted by this hate, anger and fire.

It will consume me if I do not brake free soon. I stand alone and cold and appeal to the moon. I have followed this trail all my life I have never been me , a mother yes and a wife.

I only ask for what is mine, it is not too much to just ask for time. Escape from the noise that is strumming in my brain, I just ask for help ……………. freedom from pain.

12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Vampire Weather
    Oct 21, 2011 @ 06:27:21

    When we can see it as so, the pain gives definition to our lives, as shadows do to a portrait. We certainly find ourselves seeking asylum from the shadows some days, but perhaps freedom is not being rid of all these things, but to be capable of surviving and progressing regardless of them. Freedom always comes at very high prices. Beautiful work my friend. A tortured beauty that speaks to my soul


  2. willowdot21
    Oct 21, 2011 @ 06:58:37

    Yes, you are so right, we must try to accept what we have and use it. Yet sometimes that is too hard and it was one of those “Sometimes ” Thank you for understand it is always good when someone understand s our work! Have a good day Vampire Weather XXX


  3. giselzitrone
    Oct 21, 2011 @ 12:25:05

    Ein lieber Gruss von mir wünsche dir ein schönes W.E.Grüsse Gislinde.


  4. zumpoems
    Oct 21, 2011 @ 13:42:02

    This reflects the inner confusion and pain strongly. Very well done. I think you can strengthen that first sentence in the third paragraph some and make this flow more smoothly.


    • willowdot21
      Oct 21, 2011 @ 14:55:07

      I shall have to give that some thought as ever thank you for the suggestion. I am always grateful for help! I am pleased too that you could see what what I was saying.XX


  5. Androgoth
    Oct 23, 2011 @ 20:38:58

    A very nice poem Willow, and there is
    no need to change any part of it as your
    words run smoothly as is…

    I hope that you are
    enjoying your evening 🙂

    Androgoth XXx


    • willowdot21
      Oct 23, 2011 @ 21:25:53

      Thank you Androgoth I could not see how to change the verse so I left it. I am pleased you liked it. This poem means a lot to me. I wish you a good evening. And a good week x x x


      • Androgoth
        Oct 24, 2011 @ 23:34:32

        I am getting behind with my comments Willow
        but I will be calling by and offering my thoughts
        on your work, I rather like your style and those
        rhyming story lines that you offer really work well
        I think, and are nicely crafted 🙂 It isn’t always so
        easy especially with longer postings 🙂

        Have a great Tuesday now Willow 🙂

        Androgoth XXx

      • willowdot21
        Oct 25, 2011 @ 08:32:46

        Thank you Androgoth I always appreciate your comments. I am not sure why most of my posts are in verse but that seems to be the medium in which I feel more comfortable.You are always welcome . Have you seen my new post, Perfume..not sure if I was too ambitious with that!

  6. lilyklynn
    Oct 23, 2011 @ 20:59:02

    What I love about this is that everyone will interpret it their own way. I think we all feel this way sometimes – so lonely, so completely helpless, like you’re just falling into this endless, dark hole. I constantly have to tell myself that it will pass and I’ll emerge into the light again soon enough. We all will, if we just keep our hearts strong. Wonderful piece. Xx Lily


    • willowdot21
      Oct 23, 2011 @ 21:19:14

      Thank you Lily yes we DO feel the same but it helps to know we ARE Not alone. Sorry about the stray capital letters. I am using a new keyboard. Thank you for seeing what I was trying to say. We all feel trapped and need to fly but we just have to breath and work through. The panic. Be well and happy. X x x


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