They told me it was real All the terrible things I've learned not to feel I taught them Never hold on too tight For in the morning What they once desired Won't be theirs To belong to To know and love and feel But they didn't listen Neither did I I'm standing here Hanging on To the ropes that cut my hands Wound my heart And tear my soul To the pieces scattering Warm brown soil all around This memory I made up Thinking that some day My Hanging on Would pay off And all the blood once shed Would bind love to meBirth sign: Cancer
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