Calling Out Poem by Anya Nikolaevna
Calling Out
Is anyone listening?
I am desperate.
My heart is sinking,
my mind is intricate.
I am a slave
to my own chain of thought.
I find myself digging my own grave
when happiness was all I sought.
I am paralyzed with fright.
For when the night sky immerses
the last drop of light,
my cataclysmic demon awakens.
Can you hear me
calling out for help?
Can you see
my pain as I yelp?
I am a slave to my own chain of thought. I find myself digging my own grave when happiness was all I sought...... in my experience faith and faith alone can save us from fear. Faith in an almighty power, you can name it as you like. But the Almighty one, the creator of heaven and the earth, the creator of human beings is there and he is a loving one........... hold on to this power in your prayers. tony
You are a beautiful poet. Your choice of words amaze me... you are truly gifted with a creative mind. I'm looking forward to reading more poems from you. You bring out problems that many others can relate to in such a beautiful and accurate way portraying your feelings on point. I love it! !
Exactly! Thank you for all the comments you've posted on my poems, truly means the world to me :)
Exactly! Thank you for always commenting my poems, you make them worth sharing :)
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I am a slave to my own chain of thought: Very nice verses with the metaphor slave -chain-thought