My Blind Heart
I wrote this poem when my father died…
I see my heart it’s as though it’s a stranger
It belongs to me but I haven’t felt the beat of it
The negativeness had taken control
Over ran my heart
With rage
With sadness
With anger
Anger so real so strong
Took me away to another place
To a place of sadness
A place of anger
The world I lived in was so terrifying no one could imagine
I would look at thin air but felt the anger over come me
I had lost my only beginning of life
The beginning of a sad life
I couldn’t function I couldn’t breathe
I felt as though then I was being watched
I had a fright when I heard a simple sound
I was scared something would come and cause damage
I knew it wouldn’t stop I tried to make myself believe
It never worked
Day in day out I would see them coming
They would laugh tease and scare me until I felt as though I were nothing
It belongs to me but I haven’t felt the beat of it
The negativeness had taken control
Over ran my heart
With rage
With sadness
With anger
Anger so real so strong
Took me away to another place
To a place of sadness
A place of anger
The world I lived in was so terrifying no one could imagine
I would look at thin air but felt the anger over come me
I had lost my only beginning of life
The beginning of a sad life
I couldn’t function I couldn’t breathe
I felt as though then I was being watched
I had a fright when I heard a simple sound
I was scared something would come and cause damage
I knew it wouldn’t stop I tried to make myself believe
It never worked
Day in day out I would see them coming
They would laugh tease and scare me until I felt as though I were nothing

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