Captive

Voices, whispers, in my head
Telling me what I dread:
Hope is dead.
And I shall be
Soon.

What now, I say?
Why am I
This way?
My fears, my tears
Drive me insane.
And oh, I'm locked
In numbing pain...

Why do I exist
For such life as this
perpetual torment
That scars my wrists.

I will be free
Someday.
Someway.
But where is the key?
Someone? Please?

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I wrote the previous on a whim this afternoon, mainly for expression of emotion as opposed to talent ...I haven't been in my best mood of late due to certain circumstances and thus my writings are my haven. Thank you for your comments, I appreciate all of them, on topic or off topic. *coughs* But a special thanks to someone very dear to me for his kind words. They mean more then I can ever hope to say but I'll try to anyways as I really cannot help myself...*smile* There was someone...you.


~Steffi

The Sorrow of Love

By William Butler Yeats

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, 
The full round moon and the star-laden sky, 
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves, 
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry. 
  
And then you came with those red mournful lips, 
And with you came the whole of the world's tears, 
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships, 
And all the burden of her myriad years. 
  
And now the sparrows warring in the eaves, 
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky, 
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves 
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry. 

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Was that not amazing? His choice of words astounds me.
And yes, I am alive and I do have some things I hope to post soon.
Until then,

~Steffi