Poem -

ropes.

I pray for the day ,
You no longer have control,
Claim back the rights ,
To my very own soul,
You push my buttons ,
With your empty heart,
You controlled my insides,
From the very start,
Your absence no relief,
Nor peace,
The ropes still strongly bind,
Your love was toxic waste,
Landmines',
Breaths of air around me,
Still i struggle from within,
Your control still seeping,
From the depths of wounds,
upon my skin.

Like 0 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

 Nardine Sanderson,

Your poems are getting better day by day, My applause, My five stars.

The ropes still strongly bind,
Your love was toxic waste,
Landmines',
Breaths of air around me,
Still i struggle from within,
Your control still seeping,
From the depths of wounds,
upon my skin.

Love, Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Reply
author
Nardine Sanderson

Thank you kindly sir williamsji, much love and deepest appreciation to you sir, your friend Nardine Sanderson xoxo

Reply
author
MADONNA WILLIAMS

Dear Sister,

I am Madonna William, second daughter of Williamsji Maveli. I like your verses too. I also write small small poems, I shall post them soon.

Thanks

Madonna William

Reply
author
Nardine Sanderson

Greetings Madonna William, pleasure to be acquainted, look forward to reading your creative writing's, much love to you sister nardine Sanderson xoxo

Reply
Poem -

Words .

It's a darn shame your watching... have I even grown up enough to teach. I too feel small in situations...

Poem -

Rise again.

What part could turn a key, for the misery is it me? ,

To define a lock and door to cry , would it...

Poem -

Saints and sinners.

While theres sinners that feel like home and there's saints that draw the line, you keep telling yourself...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

Medium Tyranny

Medium Tyranny

Life on the median:

Best to push a murky concept
that few will find offensive
than...

Poem -

Sales

Sales

Sales

The waves of profits come washing into the shores chores,,, WORK HARD!

A mentor once...

Poem -

Back on Your Feet

Back on Your Feet

Everybody has a job to do
The object is to do it to survive
It doesn't matter for what or...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com