My Asylum

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    My Asylum

    Some times I feel trapped
    A prisoner knee deep in stress n loneliness
    Though I already carry such I large barren
    I bring on the weight of the world too
    Its like I cant break free
    Cause when Im down theres no one to carry me
    My eyes swell with tears
    My heart beats slow and lonely
    If only someone new how to console me
    Maybe they could lift my load and set me free

    There are times I wanna let go
    No more holding back
    Just say what I feel
    And speak words from my soul that are truly real
    But so fast I snap back
    Afraid to let my true love show
    Even when it means im letting the love of my life go
    I scream it to her so many ways yet its never heard
    Sometimes I feel her heart is saying the same words
    But can never be sure
    Yet I dont let it get past that
    She can never know I feel that
    She never says
    I never ask
    For that would imprison her as well
    In the deep asylum where I dwell
    Only she can break me free
    Help me escape

    Am I being selfish?
    Thinking to much about something that isnt even there?
    But just one look and it feels so real
    Could it just be a trick?
    Games my mind like to play on my heart
    Maybe with love im just damned from the start
    Why does the nice guy finish last
    Can he even get started
    Or will he always be left standing empty handed and broken hearted
    Either way I must stand up and be strong like people expect
    My strength and poise is something theyve grown to respect
    They just dont understand
    theyll never truly see
    What its like to walk in my shoes
    How it feels to be me
    If u truly understand where im coming from
    Then youll know why I reside in my asylum

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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