Poetry Corner

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Category: Writing and Poetry

So many tears shed over ties broken, and lies spoken.

So many told that each word leaves me choking.

I'm lost in my self and don't know where I am going.

I have lost hope so what is it that I am holding?

I've always played the hand I've been dealt, but why do I feel like folding.

It's like the gun is in my hand and I can't control it.

It's like it is pressed to my head and I'm about to unload it.

But I pray for a way to escape without exploding.

And I find no answers.