Tess Connor Poems

I was doing so well, everything was going so smooth
I was living in the moment, I’d hidden the razors I use
When I got suddenly struck just out of the blue
With a truckload of hate; a bomb I can’t diffuse
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I feel pain but I am numb
My soul weeps but I’ve no reason to be sad
I feel claustrophobic yet I live free
I learn yet I am none the wiser
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The land of the weak, the home of the brave
The bottomless pit, the mass burial grave
The tremendous stench of the rotting pride
The end of the world, the evil side
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The best time of our lives, living it free
Gossiping, chattering, holding the key
Knowing success is easily had
While wearing a smile, nothing seems bad
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Death is my safety net, the word I pull outta my heart
If something gets too confusing, too harsh, too cold, too apart
Death is the centre of revolution around which we all fit
Death is the last encounter of the flame we all have lit
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I feel like I am soaring, like an eagle in the sky
Everything’s going so great; I’m stuck on a permanent high
Everything which once had me down, so far down past return
Has disappeared into the darkness, locked up in an earn
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Eyes are bleeding, full of pain
Heart is wrenching, going insane
In the corner of my padded cell
Restricting straightjacket chafes like hell
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I live in a world controlled by my fear
The future is imminent but not readable or clear
So many visions and thoughts of my death growing near
Too many paths, not knowing where to steer
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My death will take me to heaven
Even though it’s the devil that I follow
The fiery pits of hell to me
Seems my destiny, my life is shallow
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As people are gazing into my eyes
They look for the truth I advertise
Little do they know the ‘truth’ is lies
My emotion hidden by a disguise
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