Dying Day Poem by Ali Joanne
Dying Day
Theres this place inside my head
Where everythings kept in tight
Even when i want to open it
My mind keeps it in with fright
Its not that i dont trust anyone
Or dont want them to know
But its all been there for so long
That its getting hard to just let go
I am worried what people might think
When they hear what i have to say
But i know there is somethings i will keep bottled up
Untill my dying day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/8/2024 9:52:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We all have things we keep bottled up Ali, I know I did for many years. Then I started to do something I had done in the 5th grade and in the institutions. I started writing poetry again, about the dark days that were forced on me. I wrote and wrote until my fingers were tired, and then I still wrote some more. This poem is filled with emotions crying out for help. Help to help you unbottle those things, so you don't have to carry them until your 'dying day'. You have friends and a family here Ali at poem hunter, and I am hoping that you can let us help you, like they have helped me. A 10+++++. Love & hugs, Barbara