My Forever Ill Sound Poem by Iris Mista

My Forever Ill Sound



I am the one, extremely naive
Smothered down in eternal grief
Living streams of endless sorrow
Longing for a better tomorrow

A new morning, a new day
It will never come to stay
See it, let me die and go
For no solidness will ever grow

Worthless, worthless, worthless
Crumbled down in loneliness
For my heart will not be found
In the darkness of my ill sound

November 13th,2013

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Complex PTSD
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success