About the Poem
This is about a dark and confusing part of my life, that most of the world goes through.
|by Tressa Brown|
|Continuously searching for that field of gold.
Forever looking for someone to hold.
Close to my heart.
Never wanting to be apart.
But all I ever feel is a deep chill.
Wonder if I still have the will.
To live day by day.
I sit and pray.
There has to be someone out there.
But I can't see where.
As the days go by.
I sit and wonder why.
I feel the touch of a hand.
But nothing takes me to that fantasy land.
My soul feels dead and weak.
But still I seek.
For one who shares those simple things.
That lead to those golden rings.
A life of security and family.
It's easy to see.
But to capture it.
I just can't make it fit.
I want that dream so bad.
But my heart's so sad.
People use me for pleasure.
I use them to fill the emptiness,
why I'm not sure.
It used to be easy.
Now it's just sleazy.
There's something wrong with everyone.
If it feels right they're gone by rising sun.
I'm left feeling cold.
That scenes already old.
I want respected.
I can't let them in.
So I pay the price of sin.
I sit and wait.
But for that life am I to late.
But I can't take anymore.
I feel raped by life.
It cuts deep as a knife.
There's no one to blame.
I did it to myself and I am in shame.
Wonder who I am.
And if anyone rally gives a damn.
What steps to take.
And a life I'll make.
I pray "God guide me".
Help me be what I want to be.
Stop this pain.
And these days of rain.
Before I can reach that field of gold.
I need to get back the soul I sold.
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