Save Me Lord, I Am Just a Man Save me Lord, I am just a man I walk this road with shaking hands The nights are long, the days feel cold
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Clocks Go Back The clocks fall backward, and the day shrinks to a sigh, light thins to a gray smear, the hours crawl like old ghosts.
LETTER TO EARTH’S MOON I write to you from restless ground, Where daylight steals the peaceful hours. Where voices drown the softer thoughts,
Escape Reality just Sometimes Sometimes the world becomes too loud, Its weight can settle on the soul. The days grow heavy as they pass,
The Hunger of Your Name I remember the first night we met, your voice moved through me like warm smoke in my chest, I breathed you in
The Widow of My Heart You stepped into my world so softly, like a quiet thought in winter rain, I opened every part of me,
Lady Who Was Hung She died in silent hours, her warmth began to fade. No soul was there to witness, except a frightened maid.
The Phantom of the Grave I walk under the moon that never sleeps, calling your name even though I know the dirt is fresh and cold
Felt My Fist Hit the Wall You pushed me past the edge, you laughed at every tear, you wanted a monster, you wanted proof I was broken,
The Darkest Night, The Coldest Days I held on when you had already left, and I hate that about myself, I begged for crumbs like love was bread,
Lost My Way I lost my way somewhere between years. The path blurred, the signs fell quiet. I walked with nothing but old faith,
The Innocent Room A chair sits still in quiet memory, where laughter once would fill the day, the sunlight paints a faded echo,
