Losing It by Christian V

have you felt
what i feel?
like things bein taken away
you find somthing so great
till somthing comes along
and slowly pulls it away
away from your hold
until you finnally lose your grip
they say they care
you know they care
but that still dont erase the fear
of losing everythings
i dont know what to do?
what to think?
maybe its me
or am i losing my mind?
i try to hide it
so no one can see
all the pain that lies within me
should i start again
hold the knife in my hand
continue the scars i once began
or should i just be strong
and still hold
to all i have
or should i just
give up

Leah06 (12.232.5.189) -- Friday, May 2 2003, 12:17 am

Hold on and Be strong!
No, put the knife down. Be strong, i know you can do it. This is an awsome poem. You are an awsome poet so you at least have somthing to live for. I need an want you to be here for reaseon i choose not to list for all to see but if you want them i will give them to you. Good luck!

luc (68.74.156.12) -- Friday, May 2 2003, 02:34 am

no title
(snip-content violation)

Roy (205.188.208.10) -- Friday, May 2 2003, 03:15 am

thanks 06/luc don't know
very dramatic christian i go with Leah's comment and is this some kind of joke luc or some friend playing games with poetry? this is insanity to have my next generation going this way--take it the way you like but between (notyou 06)(snip)

ryan (24.153.177.14) -- Friday, May 2 2003, 03:21 am

i agree with roy
(snip) and a more happy note i like it scott me and you are gunna have a talk though

love you forever, ryan

Leah (142.59.104.228) -- Thursday, September 18 2003, 12:22 am

,,,
Wr both know the answer Hold on! don't give up!!!

monica richards (12.222.153.146) -- Monday, October 6 2003, 08:45 pm

"THE SEARCH"
Fletched lonesome dawnings light. She speaks-no one hears. Cradled doves beckoning, delighting in graceful accord. She searches for she knows the alter is her sanctuary. Images of past times scatter through her empty mind. She falls to her knees, standing before the Fathercrying,"is it my time to go home," am I forgiven?" He quietly opens the "Book of Life".She crys gracefully'"oh, thank you Father".Going up, the doves softly kiss her for she has arrived, finding her blistful peacefullness. Now she knows THE SEARCH IS OVER!

monica richards (12.222.153.146) -- Tuesday, October 7 2003, 03:05 am

THE SEARCH
I messedup. This is a poem. I didn't realize their is a poem page.

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