I know that the flow is missing, but I wrote the words down as it came to my head. Hope it doesn't ruin anything! I hope the point is there anyway.
Every night and every day in silence
they ate you up from the side
that you could not reach.
Telling you what to do,
they were the boss of your actions.
During the daylight you did not fight them,
but in the darkness you questioned.
The painful tears came, the screams were there too.
Your chest, they tried to come out through there.
The pain, why are you here?
The chaos in you that could not control.
Not knowing where to go or what to do.
Walking in the room, it is not big enough.
Breathing gets harder, where shall I go? What shall I do?
You do not know, just wishing they would go away.
You beg and scream, why!?!
A question which answer would never come to you.
Some signs you got, every time his eyes met you,
it got harder, it was he, but you did not see.
You asked why they would not go.
you asked why they were there.
You never got an answer but,
the painful memories would never go, they stayed.
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
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Written on 2006-02-03 at 08:52
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Far down in the dakness they lay.Every night and every day in silence
they ate you up from the side
that you could not reach.
Telling you what to do,
they were the boss of your actions.
During the daylight you did not fight them,
but in the darkness you questioned.
The painful tears came, the screams were there too.
Your chest, they tried to come out through there.
The pain, why are you here?
The chaos in you that could not control.
Not knowing where to go or what to do.
Walking in the room, it is not big enough.
Breathing gets harder, where shall I go? What shall I do?
You do not know, just wishing they would go away.
You beg and scream, why!?!
A question which answer would never come to you.
Some signs you got, every time his eyes met you,
it got harder, it was he, but you did not see.
You asked why they would not go.
you asked why they were there.
You never got an answer but,
the painful memories would never go, they stayed.
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
Read 867 times
Written on 2006-02-03 at 08:52
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