Away With My Dirt Poem by Leaking Pen

Vacuum my dust
Away with my dirt,
Fissures in my crust
Fuelling my hurt.

I hear thunder
From clouds near by,
Or is it your anger
Blinding my eye!

My mind has its concern,
When my heart is fallen.
I twist I turn and I burn,
And I suffer from heartburn.

Where is the hope here?
When April lost its rain
And May hides from fear
And June suffers from my pain!

The strings of my heart
You broke one by one,
With your deceitful art
Eclipsing forever my Sun.

Then I layer down my voice
When you silence my tongue,
With your determined choice
You pierced my one lung.

The other lung collapsed from burden
When you broke to God your promise,
To repair the split in the curtain…
In our wedding temple; and to be honest!

Where is my freedom now?
I am tied down to your ankle.
The wrinkles from each frown,
Are my daily marks to sample!

I wish you could understand or feel
That my depression is for real,
And poison from you, my daily meal
Prolonging my torturesome ordeal!

My mind has become as inept
And I can't seek help on advice.
I have sunken to below your depth,
And from suffering I pay a heavy price!

Sept 10th 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011