What About Me Poem by Deborah Cromer
What About Me
I used to matter before I grew old
With age, my sanity and trust have been sold
I have been stripped and raped of my life
Stabbed, ripped open and shredded by reality's knife
Laying unconscious, my brain and lungs try to live
My thoughts, my time, my patience, have nothing to give
I cannot see, although in darkness I have been
I look for any light, shining answers to be let in
Living righteously I have tried to do the right thing
Through the screaming terror I have tried to sing
Never having a piece of peace I still hold on
Until all hope and belief are taken and gone
What evil force has a hold on me, not letting go
Why do I suffer and die daily, feeling so low
No answers, no answers, I must be bad
My soul is lost, my heart is heavy and sad
I try to go on to become stronger
Until I cannot stand to breathe any longer
This morbid path that leads beneath my feet
Tempts me forever and tells me death is sweet
This poem is astonoshing! .... it's remarkably painful and it has an extraordinary tone! .... i loved it seriously... beautiful write..10++!
Very sad testament to what happens when we grow old. Some of the lucky ones find only lonleness in the twilight of their lives; others find peace. Good job on this poem. Anna
Except for the fact that you used the rhyme Knife and Life over again, another good poem. Not great, but interesting and fun read. I liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 6:48:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
how does the path know that death tastes sweet it hasnt met her yet it hasnt seen her greet if there's some one who can tell about the sweetness of death its not the path and not your heart its your last breath