This dark place I call home is too welcoming,
I need an escape yet none can be found,
I feel heavy and afraid, ready for my piece of ground.
I've been here before, I know it all too well,
...
What to do when you feel you're going insane?
Feeling like I need a bullet through my brain.
But that'd be too easy, pertaining to a way out,
And too morally cloudy, without a doubt.
...
Why lord?
I have so much love to give and no one to share it with.
My twin girls are adrift; at the moment, I'm disowned as their mother.
My place cannot so easily be taken by another?
...
I may have never gotten to see your face or hold you in my arms,
I may have never felt you move within my womb;
Or even got to see you lay in a permanent tomb.
I may have never heard your various cries or saw your precious smile,
...
Check out my other poems on my old account I don't have access to anymore: https: //www.poemhunter.com/kristy-artmann/ I'm starting to write again, so I'll add more here as I am able. Take care.)
Drifting Away
This dark place I call home is too welcoming,
I need an escape yet none can be found,
I feel heavy and afraid, ready for my piece of ground.
I've been here before, I know it all too well,
My own little space I like to call hell.
How can I rid myself?
How can I break the grasp?
Let me ponder in my corner for a while,
Let me think all the thoughts I will think for a mile.
Leave me you smoking darkness, you blithering emptiness, you disturbingly profuse rubble.
I don't want this feeling to linger any longer.
Go back in the shadowy place where you belong.
Allow my sunshine to return.
You wreak havoc where you aren't due a claim and the note you've come to burn is not yours to ignite.
Leave me for I am drifting away.