the blending in of my own humanity
the death of me
giving up slowly
screaming for you to help me
hope and insecurity
trapped inside of me
my walls crumble all around me
the walls i build
walls that was not ment for me
escaping in the wrong direction
lost in tranquility
need to stop
this i made my own
you touch me with grace i don’t understand
yet i chain myself to my own abilities
short-coming of that what you can give me
i’m my own hostage
and i have the key
fighting to get you out
from the place where you’ll always be
grace, love and acceptance
concepts unacceptable for me
deeply feeling your breath
burning my soul with desire for more
more of your peace
more of your freedom
calming my senses
giving my life to live
this redemption
you are the escape for me
- H. De Villiers -
2 comments:
great poem
seems like your creativity has run dry, not in this poem though this poem is really really well done, but the fact that since u started writing poems they have become less and less.
repeat after me, creativity is the water and i'm the waterfall.... ;)
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