Sharron Stephenson


Sharron Stephenson Poems

121. The Battle Field 6/19/2012
122. The Child Of The Wind 7/28/2011
123. The Clouded Devil 10/1/2011
124. The Colours 7/4/2011
125. The Crisscross Papers 1/14/2012
126. The Danger Ahead 1/22/2012
127. The Deepest Journey 7/6/2011
128. The Dignity So Strong 7/27/2011
129. The Drugged Plight 6/14/2012
130. The Eye Of The Golden Touch 7/3/2011
131. The Eyes Of Endenvour 10/8/2011
132. The Eyes Of Friends 7/3/2011
133. The Fear Of Good 8/14/2011
134. The Glass Of The World 7/31/2011
135. The Golden Friendship 6/28/2012
136. The Golden Voice 7/28/2011
137. The Heart In The Mirror 9/28/2011
138. The Heart Of Nature 7/28/2011
139. The Heart That Dances 8/12/2011
140. The Heat Of The Barrier 6/19/2012
141. The Horzion Of Dreams 9/7/2011
142. The Limits Of Trust 9/3/2011
143. The Lost Word 7/7/2011
144. The Love For Yesterday 7/8/2011
145. The Mind In Two 8/1/2011
146. The Mountain Chest 7/25/2011
147. The New Year 10/7/2011
148. The Ocean Soul 7/25/2011
149. The Outside 8/29/2011
150. The Pain Switch 7/10/2011
151. The Parting Song 8/1/2011
152. The Past Of Waves Of Life 7/30/2012
153. The Path Of Pride 7/28/2011
154. The Perfcet Christmas Day 10/7/2011
155. The Perfect Angel 7/25/2011
156. The Postive Independence 7/4/2011
157. The Rustling Heart 7/3/2011
158. The Snow 7/29/2011
159. The Stillness And Shadows 7/4/2011
160. The Storm 7/29/2011
Best Poem of Sharron Stephenson

A Child Inside

i have a burning feeling inside,
like i am been torn apart,
the pain is unbearable,
the flashbacks are the worst,
nightmares are taken the toll on me,
i wish it was all gone there,
are times like now when i wish i was never,
born.

is this due to the feeling i was to blame?
this was all my fault,
he kept saying to me. if i told they would,
not belive me,
and i would be taking away,

could i have dealt? with all the problems,
in a driffrent way,
all this is wrong,

i feel like i what to die right now,

i need help ...

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A Weak Robort

there are times when the world is hurting,
and it crumbles around my shoulders,
the pain is like a burning flame,
a robot is metal and bolts,
that never sleeps,
when the memories are to strong to deal with,
the strength i have comes from within the,
deepest part of me,
friends i have are there to hear my cries,

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