The Hell to My Soul

Death of a soul that cried out for help...
To the moon to the stars
To the planets and mars
Going home wish that I was there

To the trees to the breezes
to the road thats is so cold
Going home wish that I was there

Cutting deeper cutting long
Cutting just to be cutting
Going home wish that I was there

Why is it so dark
Why is it so loud
wishing that I was home, am I there yet.

By Bobbie Peoples
Published: 7/19/2008 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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