If there was any dream that I could have, I would turn back the hands of time, and strive for what I could have been, in a world that could have been mine. It is not poison that runs through my veins, or disease that chokes my heart, but a life full of pain, that leaves me in the dark. I long to feel the sunshine, in the world I use to see, when I was a little girl, and innocence kept me free, But I'm a big girl now, in a world I cannot fix, Lawd, dont fail me now, I'm dying at twenty six, of heartbreak, tiredness, and sorrow, bitterness is all I can taste, no hope for the world tommorrow, in a place, where I dont feel safe, If I'm not worrying about racism and hate, I am thinking about my fate, and do I want to survive? I must admit I comtemplate, is it worth being alive? When I'm worrying about my bills and thinking that while I am out one day, I might just may end up being killed. I can't help but to feel sad, depression is driving me mad, MY heart is null and numb, I pray that I might succumb, It is peace that I seek, maybe I wil go, peacefully in my sleep. Lawd dont fail me now, in a world I cannot fix, a spiritual death, I am dying, at the age of twenty six.Birth sign: Libra
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