Standing On The Sea Shore

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    Standing On The Sea Shore

    I'm on the sea shore staring at the water.
    Thinking about all my faults, my pain, just everything that is messed up in my life.
    You would think that I would be crying but no...
    All there is, is numbness that crawls within me.
    I feel nothing and all you can see is a blank face.
    I say, I hate myself but what does that matter when everyone relise on just one side of you, that they only care to see?

    It's getting darker and the tide is coming in.
    What can I say out of this empty shell?
    Nothing but shame for feeling this way.
    How can I help this or myself?
    Where's my saviour?
    I can't hear him...
    And it hurts!

    I go into the bathroom where the pain sets in.
    I feel dirty, so I wash my hands to get clean.
    But their still dirty.
    Oh, the horror of it all!
    Washing, rushing to get clean.
    Then I see my hands bleeding...but there still dirty.
    As my souls cries out..."Help Me!"

    Just standing there on the sea shore...and I wanna jump in.

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    dahlusion commented on Standing On The Sea Shore

    01-25-2009

    "There is no God greater than the God you are" Dah, 2008 The power to transform comes from within, not from without. It starts with changing your thoughts. Thoughts are powerful explosions of energy sending vibrations every where into the universe

    litldeer commented on Standing On The Sea Shore

    01-25-2009

    I really felt your pain reading this. This is very good.

    Vincent commented on Standing On The Sea Shore

    01-25-2009

    Life has pain, and life has pleasure, It is the little things I do so treasure, Smiles Vincent (GP) P.S. just remember this about this site, The ratings don't always reflect quality of your poem.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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