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Poem Details
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| Title: | broken steps |
| Author: | Beany |
| Date Submitted: | 4/29/2010 |
| Poem: |
I''d like to think to think again to think like other people do. My mind has deserted me and stolen my unwanted soul... so it seems. My heart beats fast, my hands shake, people do notice.. Do people notice that when I walk down the street my thoughts are breaking my steps? Do they laugh at me? Oh God please.. I''d like to be three, no, one and a half or maybe just back in the womb where I can hear my mother''s heart beating to sooth, sooth me. Tears run down my sallow dead face. I cry for myself, I grieve for myself I pray for myself to return for without me I am already dead. Yet nobody has come to my funeral.... |