Sunday, February 21, 2010

A Chance

I would bleed
If I were alive
If this pain
Was real
Yet bleeding may not be 
The release I need
So full
This body is full of regret
Regret for not living
The life my heart would suggest
SO, I stand
In this shell, dead to my world
It was me to blame
all this time
My weakness allowed them 
to point me the way
The way I should be
When all along
I needed to go nowhere
The answers were whispers inside
My meek voice 
feared gaining volume 
For if heard
it may be hushed
Now it is time to listen
and hope
That it has not been
eternally deafened by regret