April Swanson Poems
|4.||Kissed By Death||8/11/2008|
|8.||On No Account||8/28/2008|
|11.||Just You...& Me.||10/5/2008|
|12.||Who I Am||3/18/2009|
|18.||Could This Be Me?||8/11/2008|
|20.||Mirror Mirror On The Wall||8/25/2008|
Could This Be Me?
I wish to know the truth,
The truth of life.
How to be perfect,
What’s wrong, what’s right.
Not to disobey,
To curse or lie.
To cheat, to steal, to hurt, to cry.
To not have emotions that scars the heart.
To not crumble and fall apart.
To fail at a goal I’d wished to succeed.
Because I had believed in me.
To let my pride be broken down.
And let all the pain in, not out.
To let sin lead me on a path.
To hope that love would bring me back.
To know that all these things are true…
Could this be me, could this be you?
I am desolate and in the dark, with feelings vacant; unfilled.
I am as numb as my toes in the snow.
The winter nights feels like all the others-
dark, cold, with the touch of depression beckoning me.
Each powerful, and resistant of command.
Each breath I take leaves my lungs caged with icy bitterness, and my skin left tingling.