TORMENT
poem by:
Ja Ja
Written
on Oct 28, 2017
Each day I lay, in this place Surrounded by my thoughts Without a way, to move or speak While my body slowly rots Every single day and night I pray to meet my death Curse this vile, tube and pump Forcing into me, my breathe If I could only disconnect This tube that pumps my air I’d gladly leave, this earthly Hell To liberate, my pained despair No bonds would hold me back My soul would be set free And soaring up, to heaven’s gate I’d be let in, by Thee BOEMS BY JA 520
Tags: Sad, Pain,
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Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 28, 2017 at 11:38pm
Oh no is this factual, it is so sad and I'm hoping it is just your imagination, and that you have placed yourself in the minds of others who are experiencing this pain and suffering~heartrending!
Taha Hassan
commented on Oct 29, 2017 at 12:54pm
I hope you're not actually feeling what you wrote because I know what it feels like. And may no one feel that if I can help it. deeply felt, Ja Ja. Not much I can say. -T
Frank Hornby .
commented on Oct 29, 2017 at 1:56pm
Your poetry is quite unique Ja Ja.....don't give up...never despair....
