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Poem Details
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| Title: | I got the Spades |
| Author: | Victoria Wentworth-Ware |
| Date Submitted: | 6/4/2007 |
| Poem: |
When cards were dealt I got the spades Clothed in black my mind my heart The ache is so intense you see I cannot see the light They tell me it will pass and fill me full of drugs But why I ask why me why me Release me into space so I can fly free Free of pain and suffering I hide between the sheets to shut out all the pain My cheeks are wet with tears, my heart is broken yet again It will take time they tell me But they do not feel my pain Open my chest and look inside And you will see the big black hole It hangs around in waiting To pull me into hell again The black hole has no bottom No ladder to escape I try to grip the murky sides But slide back down to hell There is a God I know I pray he will take mercy, reshuffle the cards And deal me hearts So I can live in heaven ... |