My grief my new poem

[cute_angel]

My grief

Life is becoming a grave

That's treating me as a slave

Chained in the darkness of that cave

with no power to speak or even to wave

I'm no more free no more alive

Nor can I ask for help neither been save

waiting for the clock to strike five


In that moment I wish I could wake

From a nightmare that made me shake

Covered with sweat as if I was inside a lake

A lake which I wish I could break



It Into pieces of stone

To free poeple and feel I'm not alone

Fighting sorrows ;crying on my own

Waiting just for a call of a phone

A soft voice repeating a noun

Which gonna make me smile and not goan

Pushes me to look up and not down



I cry I shout so loud

My GOD give me a faith's sword

To fight that nagging sound

Inside my head which is saying one word

LIVE IN GRIEF.LIVE IN GRIEF