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The Journey [15th August]

I sat on the floor staring into space
Rocking backward and foward,
My hands in a straight jacket,
Thinking. Who was I?
I must find myself.

As I laid in a padded room,
Childhood memories came
Rushing to my head.
I thought to myself,
With what little sanity left in me,
"This is my journey,
My journey to be found."

I had my earliest memory that day.
My father held me in his arms,
Singing softly a sweet lullaby.
It seemed like he was gone forever,
But I knew he died 5 years ago.
My mother was an emotional wreck
She then drove herself to suicide 1 year after,
Leaving me, her only child to suffer.

I sat thinking, who was I?
My husband and daughter,
Both were killed by a drunken driver.
I was left all alone in this world
With no-one else who cared.
Eventually I was lost.
Unsure of who I was.
I must find myself

Today I was found,
I closed my eyes and awoke.
Where was I?
There were blue skies and streets of gold.
I was found.
Found by the people who loved me,
My family. And most importantly,
God found me and took me in.
Reunited with my loved ones
I completed my journey,
My journey to be found.

                            {Sexy Candi}

Struggle

I sit looking out at the world in exhaustion,
Frustrated by my endless struggle,
I fight demons unseen and unspoken.

An invisible force holds me back,
I can go no further,
For some reason I clamber on.

Yet then there is you,
A goal attainable,
A mountain that I could climb.
However, still I sit here alone.

What am I waiting for?
What sign am I look for?
What voice I wish to call my name?

I see a black universe,
Just you and in it,
And I scamper through the darkness, toward
The light that shines above you.

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