Poem Page Four







I Want To Die

Here I lay, here I lay to die.
Here I lay crying in my sleep,
Waking to stare at the darkest sky,
Staring as it begins to rain.
Deeper deep a moaning sigh,
Try to ease the blinding pain.
Tears fall, tears that burn the ground.
The sky starts to sway.

Here I lay... here I lay to one day finally decay
in the downpour of the heaven's tears
I lay on the shore
My eyes staring at the silenced grey...
as the sun sets.
Soon the rain lets up
And the darker sky grows darker still...
As the clouds travel away.

Here I lay in a flood of desire.
I want to die!
But here I lay still breathing.
I want my soul to retire...
But I lay here with my heart still beating.
I scream, I shout louder as the sun rises...
To show a clear sapphire sky.
My dream I doubt will come true.
I cry for the hour-glass to run out.
I cry with my entire soul.
But alas! It will not run low.
I want to lose Control,
But Control embraced me.
Here I lay in a crypt...
Where my heart is placed.
I want Life to let go
And to free me of this disease.
I lay here and watch an oil covered bird.
It is flying its last flight.
Falls to rest through the trees.
I wish an hour a gone and my life was dead.

Here I lay, here I lay to die,
Here I lay crying myself to an endless sleep.
I stare at the brightest sky.
I wish for a deadly acid rain.
Deeper deep the moaning sigh.
Try to ease the ever binding pain.
My tears fall... my tears burn the ground.
I close my eyes.
I let this horror slowly fade away.

©1998 By:Abigail Clewis

Time Fades



A song,
A prayer,
Word that don't mix,
A throughtless chant of a mindless follower,
A twisted hymn of pointless battle
A cry for freedom useless to them,
Dancing around a forgotten fire,
Evaporated water in a dry clay bowl.

A broken bottle,
A tap on the window glass...
A tap on the hour-glass
Fallen dust and
a blacken rose.
Reaching for the sky
a child's cry for the mother who is sinced
passed away.

Fallen Peace
and Broken Love.
Time Fades

©1998 By: Abigail Clewis

Sweeter Is Dreams



Arching tree,
Hollow scream,
Fear,
Lighting, then a loud echoing thunder...
Peace, Death, Life and a new river will flow- erosion of the sand,
A flashing pain in the eyes of a young adult,
An uncomplete picture of Christ

©1998 by: Abigail Clewis





A Myth



The setting sun disapears sinking into the ocean,
I sigh and close my eyes...
What had I done?
I was so foolish to think that this was a true emotion,
To think I might had found a true friend finally.
Here I stand tall on the cliff...
The air sweet and calming to my skin,
And through every tale and every myth I would pine to try to find the hole.
But this rip would never mend.
This breaks me.
This tears me.
This burns me to ash.
I let it all get the best of me and now never in peace shall I truly I rest.
You step on my grave.
You mock my last words.
Like some thin face knave with some mighty power have you ripped me from my throne.
What ever shall I do now?
I am weak and no longer can I be in control.
You clawed me.
You kicked me when I was already down.
What a lie you turned out to be.
I open my eyes staring and the ocean and frown.
This all would be my final hours upon this humble earth...
Final hours of pain.
I never should had believed, but I did.
I never shoud had cared but I did.
This chills my every bone and grain in me that it would all seem so real.
Echoes in my ears of the soft voice of an angel...
You were that to me... an angel of the golden city.
I never should had been there but I was.
I never should had fallen into it all.... but I did so now I shall forever fall.
© 1998 By:Abigail Clewis


© 1999, 2000 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis



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