M's Poetry
One Request
Let the sadness coat these fears
so many choices I had
but I choose wrong over these years
guess looking back I see my mistakes
second chances I don't know just sailed
one minute life was on the ground
next minute it spun into hell
why does it always feel
like I am trapped in locked cellar?
Surrounded by glass, glistening with edges
sharp to the punctuation
it has took my sails
my boat sunk a long time ago
buried in the ocean of tears that supplied my own death
rock bottom....is there any life left in this tank?
I feel so spent....so worn
from the voices that tell me I am no good
tell me I am nothing but dirt under their shoe
I really wanted their approval
but like the lottery number never picked
it never did come
left here ravaged by the fight
I just above all else wanted you to love me
guess I am always asking for too much.....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
so many choices I had
but I choose wrong over these years
guess looking back I see my mistakes
second chances I don't know just sailed
one minute life was on the ground
next minute it spun into hell
why does it always feel
like I am trapped in locked cellar?
Surrounded by glass, glistening with edges
sharp to the punctuation
it has took my sails
my boat sunk a long time ago
buried in the ocean of tears that supplied my own death
rock bottom....is there any life left in this tank?
I feel so spent....so worn
from the voices that tell me I am no good
tell me I am nothing but dirt under their shoe
I really wanted their approval
but like the lottery number never picked
it never did come
left here ravaged by the fight
I just above all else wanted you to love me
guess I am always asking for too much.....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
