M's Poetry
Torn
DO I STOP?
DO I SHINE OR ROT?
AM I INSANE OR JUST A BIT TO THE LEFT?
I WANT TO RUN BUT I FEEL TORN
I WAS NAIVE AND ATE OFF YOUR PLATE
IT'S TOO LATE THE LINES HAVE BEEN DRAWN
ALL THE CROWDS ARE AT THE GATES
EVERY MOVE I MAKE I KNOW I CAN'T ERASE
AND ALL I CAN DO IS REMEMBER
BUT EVERYONE ELSE SAYS FORGET
THE WOUNDS ARE FRESH THEY HAVEN'T LEFT YET
THEY ARE MINE FOR A LIFETIME I GUESS
AND I HAVEN'T FOUND A WAY TO PUT IT BEHIND ME
TRYING TO COPE WITH THE PAIN
CAN'T OR WON'T GIVE IT AWAY
IT WILL EVENTUALLY DULL BUT NEVER FADE
THE ASHES SETTLED AND THE GLASS FOREVER BROKEN
I GUESS YOU THOUGHT IT WAS WORTH IT
THAT IS WHAT KILLS ME THE MOST
YOU MADE THE CHOICE FOR EVERYONE ELSE
AND I AM JUST IN THE MIDDLE TORN
THE LAST REMAINDER OF WHAT IS LEFT.
2003@Copyright by Megan Bishop
DO I SHINE OR ROT?
AM I INSANE OR JUST A BIT TO THE LEFT?
I WANT TO RUN BUT I FEEL TORN
I WAS NAIVE AND ATE OFF YOUR PLATE
IT'S TOO LATE THE LINES HAVE BEEN DRAWN
ALL THE CROWDS ARE AT THE GATES
EVERY MOVE I MAKE I KNOW I CAN'T ERASE
AND ALL I CAN DO IS REMEMBER
BUT EVERYONE ELSE SAYS FORGET
THE WOUNDS ARE FRESH THEY HAVEN'T LEFT YET
THEY ARE MINE FOR A LIFETIME I GUESS
AND I HAVEN'T FOUND A WAY TO PUT IT BEHIND ME
TRYING TO COPE WITH THE PAIN
CAN'T OR WON'T GIVE IT AWAY
IT WILL EVENTUALLY DULL BUT NEVER FADE
THE ASHES SETTLED AND THE GLASS FOREVER BROKEN
I GUESS YOU THOUGHT IT WAS WORTH IT
THAT IS WHAT KILLS ME THE MOST
YOU MADE THE CHOICE FOR EVERYONE ELSE
AND I AM JUST IN THE MIDDLE TORN
THE LAST REMAINDER OF WHAT IS LEFT.
2003@Copyright by Megan Bishop
