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Apr 16, 2010
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For Him
Life is a sickness
with no cure
with pain that seems to never end
It rages against the walls
set in stone to keep it at bay
It blackens my lungs
and pounds on my heart
until my heart can barely stand to beat
The sickness called life
cuts my throat when I'm not even aware,
that it was there, slowly creeping up behind me
The tears I cry make my thirst bloom
into an insufferable roar running through
my veins, " life" drains me of everything
except my pain, my undying thirst
Oh, how I thirst for peace
the sanctum of his arms
Where even though the sickness was still there
I was safe, and often forgot my pain
With my head against his chest
I forgot all about my sickness
with his arms around me
I could almost feel no pain
But, when he's not around
My sickness beats the hell out of me
Screaming for me to find my only
salvation, oh he's my savior
How I look to the skies
every time I miss him
How I thank god for the love
he gives me, oh the sweet love of my love
Oh, but the pain of the sickness
holds no candle to the pain of not
seeing him, being with him, touching him
Ow, doesn't even begin to cover it
God, I thank you for him
He holds me tightly to his chest
as I cry out in pain from my sickness
Oh, if i should die from this
Please god, send me to a place with no pain
just my love and me oh, please
Pain racks me until I must lie down
Oh, how I screamed and cried
When the spell of horror was done
I sank down upon my pillow
and slept so soundly, that when my sweet love
arrived in my bed chambers, he wept
For he thought I was dead, that I
had been passed over to the dark lord
But, no I was only worn
So, I did not hear my Love's crys
For he was heart broken, soul broken
and as he reached to take my locket as a token
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my heart
Our eyes met
his eyes glowed with joy
and were brimmed with tears
My poor sweet baby, I thought
Then I noticed that my
thirst is gone, my pain ceased
and all I have now is him
he's the only one who can do me harm
His hazel eyes burn into mine
in them i see the depth of his love for me
I smile weakly, for I am so weak
I silently sent up a prayer to god
" Never do that again, Alana. I love you to much to let you go,"
he says as he lay down beside me
" I love you to," I whisper as we fall asleep in each others arms
Thank God
with no cure
with pain that seems to never end
It rages against the walls
set in stone to keep it at bay
It blackens my lungs
and pounds on my heart
until my heart can barely stand to beat
The sickness called life
cuts my throat when I'm not even aware,
that it was there, slowly creeping up behind me
The tears I cry make my thirst bloom
into an insufferable roar running through
my veins, " life" drains me of everything
except my pain, my undying thirst
Oh, how I thirst for peace
the sanctum of his arms
Where even though the sickness was still there
I was safe, and often forgot my pain
With my head against his chest
I forgot all about my sickness
with his arms around me
I could almost feel no pain
But, when he's not around
My sickness beats the hell out of me
Screaming for me to find my only
salvation, oh he's my savior
How I look to the skies
every time I miss him
How I thank god for the love
he gives me, oh the sweet love of my love
Oh, but the pain of the sickness
holds no candle to the pain of not
seeing him, being with him, touching him
Ow, doesn't even begin to cover it
God, I thank you for him
He holds me tightly to his chest
as I cry out in pain from my sickness
Oh, if i should die from this
Please god, send me to a place with no pain
just my love and me oh, please
Pain racks me until I must lie down
Oh, how I screamed and cried
When the spell of horror was done
I sank down upon my pillow
and slept so soundly, that when my sweet love
arrived in my bed chambers, he wept
For he thought I was dead, that I
had been passed over to the dark lord
But, no I was only worn
So, I did not hear my Love's crys
For he was heart broken, soul broken
and as he reached to take my locket as a token
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my heart
Our eyes met
his eyes glowed with joy
and were brimmed with tears
My poor sweet baby, I thought
Then I noticed that my
thirst is gone, my pain ceased
and all I have now is him
he's the only one who can do me harm
His hazel eyes burn into mine
in them i see the depth of his love for me
I smile weakly, for I am so weak
I silently sent up a prayer to god
" Never do that again, Alana. I love you to much to let you go,"
he says as he lay down beside me
" I love you to," I whisper as we fall asleep in each others arms
Thank God
— Alice Ember, Apr 16, 2010
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Critiques
Alice Ember
16 years 1 month ago
Ahhhhhh
Beauregard
16 years 1 month ago
Me again
Alice Ember
16 years 1 month ago
nah i didn't
Beauregard
16 years 1 month ago
you go girl
Beauregard
16 years 1 month ago
oh, I forgot
Alice Ember
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks kels
hippiepoet69
16 years 1 month ago
I can feel the pain
Alice Ember
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks Huey