Tora wrote:You know I can't post it with angels in the background - I'm just unable but this one is quite famous
Stop all the clocks. Cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, me east and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I want to leave this place
Just to get away and feel the breeze upon my face
And just be myself
By leaving this place behind and everything else.
As I sit here in this chair
I feel this emptiness inside my soul
Praying that questions will be answered for the stories in my life untold
As I stare out my window thinking about my past
I think of how I used to be and why it didn't last
Everyday I walk around with a fake smile
Knowing that the pain inside of me will hurt only for a little while
Sometimes when I'm alone I want to cry
And other times I want to crawl inside myself and die
As I think to myself
I feel that I will never grow up, never containing my insanity
Because of the thoughts and criticism of the people around me
One day I will understand
The Lord's Plan
That He has for me
In this world of hatefulness and cruelty
And let go of the pain that is holding on inside me.
By: Anya M. Washington
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