Many become submerged in a boiling pot of witches stew where your mind, body and soul becomes the brew. Fear held within, bewildered and confused can be the makings of an early grave. Pull your strength from deep within, run away from the weak and become the brave.
Mental illness, that abominable scar infects the world no matter where you are. You Can not help the arrogant glued, they’ll frustrate the hell out of you. Protect yourself from fostering such pain, you may be the innocent blanketed in the bluest rain. An empty shell with no ability to care will take you down when you stand unaware.
Ineffable now I stand in lack, reaching out for that mellifluous flow but there’s nothing sweet about the dark demon’s shield, it will smack you down in the darkest field. You listen, listen to the bombinate within and feel the quivering nerves beneath your skin.
Such pain has surfaced, in oblivion you stand beside the one you love who bears the shortest hand.
Walk away, walk away, walk away, walk away I can not make it any clearer than that. Reach out! Grab hold of that glistening star,
remember there is someone out there who waits only for you… with a beautiful heart and a love so true. Let patience be the virtue you wear, surround yourself with family and loving friends who truly care.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.26/2015
soul becomes the brew...heading fear is so sad. This is very interesting poem shared really.....10
I'm running but not getting anywhere need someone the road to share thanks Melvina-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, sometimes it is essential to have moral support. Thanks, Melvina