Your sitting all alone waiting for your heart to <br />break. <br />Through trials and tribulations one seeks the power of <br />the most high cause one doesn't know how much more <br />one can take. <br />Alone in a dark hole, <br />disclosing all of your unforgetable woes. <br />Asking the question, Is this the life i chose? who knows. <br />For as the the outline of water, falls down off your <br />face, <br />You feel the core of empty space that hit's you hard and <br />raw in that loving place. <br />Pain, <br />Strain, <br />and no emotional gain play's at it's own <br />symbolic beat <br />Pressures of hidden treasures measures the timeline <br />in victory of it's own defeat <br />Turning pages of different rages only compounds into <br />disfunctional stages. <br />Seeing the shadows off reflection in the mirror looking <br />for hope, <br />Not wanting to see the true face, <br />When your trying to cope.<br /><br />Tiffany Saxon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cope-2/
