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21 febbraio Red AlertI haven't posted anything in a while because I've been dealing with some family stuff for the past month. My Mother has been in the hospital since January 18th and is still there even now. I wrote this on the 25th, a week after her she went into a coma and I wasn't sure if I was ever going to post this. Since she is now out of her coma and is slowly getting stronger I feel strong enough to release this. Thanks to everyone that has wished or prayed for my Mother's well being, it means a lot. *This is the last poem I have written and will probably write for a while.* "In the pain there is healing and in your name I find meaning, so I'm holding on..." - Lifehouse -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In your head lights are going off Alarms’ going off almost daily and still nothing’s been done You’ve finally quit putting your life on hold You put your life in trained hands and your faith in something higher Then you closed your eyes It’s been too long since I’ve heard your voice I can’t go on not knowing if you’ll be alright Counting down the days until I see a part of you that I know in those eyes Surprisingly enough not a tear has fallen from these eyes Right now crying seems like the ultimate surrender And holding back these tears is the only form of resistance I know Be strong - Be brave - Be anything but afraid Red alert, something’s wrong I know that you can hear me Are you still with us? They’ve messed with your head I didn’t know that it was broken Nothing really matters until you’ve seen it with your own eyes They’ve put you back together, so why is nothing working? You feel like you’re fine today, but tomorrow’s always a different case Leaving your life on the line is no way to live at all Nothing’s certain, but things will get better Things will be better as long as you’re around Don’t do this for me, do this for yourself You should know that we will always be around Just take your time to get yourself together We’ll be waiting by your bedside Pull through - Let us know which way to go Give us a sign that things will be fine someday |
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