Counting. - Poem by Nicole Baker
Im counting the hours hopeing to find away to escape myself at the thought of you.
Im counting the prays as i walk into gods arms of forgivness.
Im still counting the scars of hate, lies and greed you left on my body thinking of
away to hide myself from me and the world.
Im counting my final heartbeats for the love of my family, hopeing for forgivness
but as i lie in my winters grave i cry my final tear.
Im still counting my last breaths and i say this im glad you took me and spared my
sisters. I maybe an angel as many people may call me but im still wispering in my
last breath as death over comed me....
'im still counting on you to save me from me'.
Comments about Counting. by Nicole Baker
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye