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I've had a thorn in my side since I was an infant;
I didn't deserve it - I was pushed into the brambles,
By those who never gave me a thought, or care.
I was left there to cry. No-one Came to my rescue.
I'm still tangled and choked by these stems,
Each time I fight them, I'm turned away with one more scar:
I wait each day, for when this bush will die,
I'll break away and uproot the evil that trapped me for so long.
My only company are the voices in my head.
Without them cheering me on, I'd thrust myself against the barbs
of my own prison, to bleed out the pains and the strife.
My Spirit has already escaped from this body.
But to end my life now is senseless -
I know these Encaging brambles will soon break.
I'll be free; Reunited with the freedom I was Robbed of,
To run into the arms of my true love; Hope.
I didn't deserve it - I was pushed into the brambles,
By those who never gave me a thought, or care.
I was left there to cry. No-one Came to my rescue.
I'm still tangled and choked by these stems,
Each time I fight them, I'm turned away with one more scar:
I wait each day, for when this bush will die,
I'll break away and uproot the evil that trapped me for so long.
My only company are the voices in my head.
Without them cheering me on, I'd thrust myself against the barbs
of my own prison, to bleed out the pains and the strife.
My Spirit has already escaped from this body.
But to end my life now is senseless -
I know these Encaging brambles will soon break.
I'll be free; Reunited with the freedom I was Robbed of,
To run into the arms of my true love; Hope.
I've had a thorn in my side since I was an infant;
I didn't deserve it - I was pushed into the brambles,
By those who never gave me a thought, or care.
I was left there to cry. No-one Came to my rescue.
I'm still tangled and choked by these stems,
Each time I fight them, I'm turned away with one more scar:
I wait each day, for when this bush will die,
I'll break away and uproot the evil that trapped me for so long.
My only company are the voices in my head.
Without them cheering me on, I'd thrust myself against the barbs
of my own prison, to bleed out the pains and the strife.
My Spirit has already escaped from this body.
But to end my life now is senseless -
I know these Encaging brambles will soon break.
I'll be free; Reunited with the freedom I was Robbed of,
To run into the arms of my true love; Hope.
I didn't deserve it - I was pushed into the brambles,
By those who never gave me a thought, or care.
I was left there to cry. No-one Came to my rescue.
I'm still tangled and choked by these stems,
Each time I fight them, I'm turned away with one more scar:
I wait each day, for when this bush will die,
I'll break away and uproot the evil that trapped me for so long.
My only company are the voices in my head.
Without them cheering me on, I'd thrust myself against the barbs
of my own prison, to bleed out the pains and the strife.
My Spirit has already escaped from this body.
But to end my life now is senseless -
I know these Encaging brambles will soon break.
I'll be free; Reunited with the freedom I was Robbed of,
To run into the arms of my true love; Hope.
i like this one to bullied at school
"My only company are the voices in my head."
Works better as:
"My only company is the voice in my head."
Nice read - :-D
Works better as:
"My only company is the voice in my head."
Nice read - :-D
Thanks again for your opinions and advice, Paradox, but I must prove you wrong here...
I put Voices instead of Voice, as I intended it to be plural - This poem is loosely parallel to current life (not mine, I wrote the poem to relate with someone else I'm close to), and the situation is that someone's having a hard time because of a particular thing (which, in the poem, is the bramble bush), but there's others who are giving her moral support (the voices)
See now?
I put Voices instead of Voice, as I intended it to be plural - This poem is loosely parallel to current life (not mine, I wrote the poem to relate with someone else I'm close to), and the situation is that someone's having a hard time because of a particular thing (which, in the poem, is the bramble bush), but there's others who are giving her moral support (the voices)
See now?