Is It Over Yet? Poem by Violet Warren

Is it over yet?
it typically passes straight over my head
slane by the arrow
I fled
I should have stayed and watched me die
but I was to caught up in these lies
in which we betray our thoughts
with hopeless emptyness

find me that I might stay awhile longer
I am 'satisfied' but I still hunger
a quench for my thirst
the clock is beating around the bush in my head
if it keeps this rate up I guess I'll be dead
in just another minute or two

is it over yet?
can I lift my head from my chest?
I'm desperate for air
breath life into me

wait for me, cuz sometimes I can't desypher the codes
the ones that are always told
one at a time the truths unfold
like a flower I blosom to life
with the colors beaming into eyes
they can see creativity running from me

every brush stroke was perfect
but we've all tried to erase them
and now we've replaced them with darkness
I want to be vibrant again, to defeat my sin
but guilt will always weigh me down
I have to carry it, some way somehow...

is it over yet?
can I lift my head from my chest?
the weight of my heavy heart has spoken
and told me I was wrong
is it over yet
can I lift my hands from my airless chest
breathe life into me