Wounded at your feet
poem by:
Cassandra Stone
Written
on Apr 10, 2017
Heart ach and sadness creeps . Lying wounded at your feet ... not because of fists or feet Your face tells a million tails .. Haterd and anger. I know how that feels. Day by day the same is so Not knowing if i should stay or go. That voise in my head i silence so .. Gets louder each day and is hard to ignore. What can i do to brake free ...maby from him , or maby from me ... Eggs shells bare the blood of wich iv walked ..and yes my feet bare the scars . Lost again . Nothings changed .nothing will ....destroyed and its getting worse .. Help me!
Tags: sad, love, depressing, pain, dark,
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Paul Stephens commented:
Cassandra, sounds like a situation you need to get out of for your own well being. Read my poem Silver Lining and see if you can relate and get the lift you need to move forward. Good luck and all the best. (I'm assuming the poem is about your own experience)
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Cassandra....make the break now!.....a real man would never hit a woman!....you deserve better....you must HELP YOURSELF, and leave.......your poem hurts me to read........no person who hits another, deserves to be loved........
Christopher Russon
commented:
Sad poem Cassandra in your poem I can see you are speaking from the hairy .
You need to set yourself free.I hope things work out well for you.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Sorry Cassandra .the word should have been from the hairt my device has its own way of spelling.
