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Poem Details
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| Title: | Purgatory |
| Author: | Cara Bass |
| Date Submitted: | 1/17/2012 |
| Email: | cara.bass12@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
I cannot find a way to be better seen. I’m sick of chasing these sunken dreams. I cannot know what is happening to me But if feels like jealousy. I’ve run in circles for a million miles. Lied to myself, I was in denial. Somehow I know I’ll feel peace of mind. Disappear for a little while. You can’t know my struggle, For years I’ve been knee deep in a puddle. I am stuck between heaven and hell And purgatory doesn’t suit me well. Sometimes I think, just one more drink, And I look at the clock that’s killing me. This endless journey, Why can’t you understand, see for me. How can I change what’s in the past. I’ve lived my life way too slow and too fast. A mix of the both has finished me, A now, once again, I’m in purgatory. I’ve grasped the fear of my life And taken it, one stride at a time. What will eventually become of me? Will you start helping to give me sanity? Or will I die alone in this eternal bliss, I don’t know what to make of this. Because part of it is genius, The only part I like, But the rest has the devil in it.... |