Pain

by Mark Hopwood   Sep 30, 2005


I can find the sleep but not the dreams
I can't hear the laughter but I hear the screams
I can feel the cold but I need to feel warm
I can see the darkness but never the dawn
I can hold my breath but no ones hand
I can walk along the wire, but never in the sand
I can touch the night but nothing touches me
I have to be alone but I don't want to be
I can smell the burning but no perfume
I can stand on the world but be stood in a room
I can sense somethings wrong and never right
I can see through a wall but never have sight.

I can find a place but not a home
I can hear a voice but I'm alone
I can feel the pain but never the cure
I see the world but can't get past the door
I can hold my head but never up high
I can walk in rain to hide the tears I cry
I can touch hope but it slips through my fingers
I have to find happiness but sadness lingers
I can smell the end but never the start
I can stand alone with just half a heart
I can sense the feeling but never be felt
I can look at myself and watch myself melt.

I can find the floor but never stand up
I can hear the blood dripping into the cup
I can feel my soul grow weaker and frail
I can see the ship but it can never sail
I can hold the card but I can never win
I can walk through my mind but nobody is in
I can touch my heart but it beats cold
I have to be me and grow lonelier and old
I can smell my fears and never be brave
I can sit upright but lie down in a grave
I can sense the things that I need have gone
I can look into myself but I can't go on.

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