by Shy Leigh
i remember it
a darkened picture
do You remember it?
remove this dirty, dusty
remove this guilt, suffering.
remove this tear of glass...
remove this life, I ask.
remove this pain, I plead.
remove this want, this need.
remove this shame, the blood.
remove it all, if You would.
help me, please, help me...
I beg, I plead, I cry...
help me, please, help me--
sometimes it hurts to live and die
Posted on 11/12/2002
Copyright © 2021 Shy Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/12/02 at 01:15 PM|
Emotional pain and mental anguish can be more brutal than physical pain I blieve. You have caught that sense very intensely in your poem. The terseness of the verses even suggest the withdrawn state of mind and spirit.
|Posted by John Harder on 01/13/03 at 08:04 AM|
you made me feel it. now that's talent.
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/11/03 at 04:26 PM|
WoW.. I've been there, sister.. I felt the pain right down to my bones in this poem.. Great read..
|Posted by JD Clay on 06/05/03 at 02:36 AM|
Salvation is just a lifetime away. I am reminded that life is suffering. Good stuff, Shy.