Drowned - Poem by Kim Cresswell
Water is the very source of my sorrow,
It rains from my eyes when I am forced to weep,
And no matter the day which comes after tomorrow,
This water will prevent me from my much needed sleep.
It's like drowning without there being any death,
The fear still inhabits my eyes,
And no matter how many times I try to take my last breath,
I can never say the final good-bye's.
What plays on my mind will haunt my dreams,
No matter the country I'm in,
I have to remember that no matter how bad it seems,
There's always a new way to begin.
But the water still runs from my reddened eyes,
Into my soul they shall fall,
If there is one thing that my mind defies,
It's defying nothing at all.
Within my body my soul does cry,
Drowning under all the tears,
With all this pressure it will shatter and die,
Consumed by hatred and fears.
Somewhere along the road that's dark,
There will be a small light,
From there is where you shall embark,
To a city much more bright.
Time will tell of many a tale,
Some of which you will know,
But remember that good seems always to prevail,
So try to ignore each blow.
You might be the poison amongst the perfume,
But you can change who you are,
But don't make it a costume,
Hiding the true you somewhere far.
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