Monday, July 25, 2011

The Storm

The storm inside me torments my lonesome soul
I want to be free. I want to be whole.
Why must I struggle against the emotional sea?
When all that I want is just to be free.

I'm being held captive by pirates from the past
Who throw me to the winds, I fear I won't last.
I'm tired of the fight and I'm tired of the sadness!
Oh, I so want love and to escape from my madness. 

Who can love me? Does anyone care?
With whom can I talk to? With whom can I share?
I'm floundering in darkness with anxiety and dread
Will anyone miss me if I am dead?
They'll probably be happy and celebrate my demise
If anyone sheds a tear for me it is only a lie.

By Ginger 

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