Never To Return

Lost to this world, never to return
Your memory burns
Your ashes are in an urn
Yet my heart years for you
Can not smell anymore
I am congested with a putrid sense of thick disgust
A great disturbance boils under the placid surface of my facade
As the intensity of the deep turmoil rolls over me, through me, slowly breaking me down 
Turning my pain outward to lash, to scream, to hurt, to punish
There is so much rage, so much agony
Self-slaughter is forbade! 
Forbade, why? Why do the gods give me no mercy, no peace, no time to breathe
Oh sweet mercy come into this broken life
I need some reprieve, peace, oh dear peace
How I beg for sweet peace, dear love I so need you
For the agony to subside so I can breathe
I am drowning, gasping for air, for hope
There is no future of joy
My tears, agony, and sorrow drown me
I tend to create a hell unknown until I realize that it is not my creating
I was thrown into it - there was no choice then, but now I do have a choice
Oh, I do not know why I have suffered, but I know I must forge on
 

 






















(Written by Amy E. McCoy 10-30-06)

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Life Shapes

Creation begins with desire and imagination.

It's difficult to cloud a mind that is absent of thought.

A heart broken remains scared until healed, if it is possible.

Life shapes a person whether positive or negative.

Hardships crease your brow; heartache forms its own stress upon you.

When all is left is defeat and surrender a certain determination is formed.

My heart be brave, my soul be courageous

My mind be firm, my life be tranquil

Continue to strive and struggle and achieve my aspiration, not sacrificing my principals.

Sweet words, hard to achieve.

I cannot be what I am not.

I cannot give what I do not posses.

I cannot desire what is fiction.

I may dream, I may ponder, I may take, I may receive.

The grass is green and the sky is blue, some things remain true.

The time will be ever fading, but I do not chase it.

I ride out this ear soberly aware that I will perish.

I hope to obtain many things, and give more than I have taken.

I cannot ask for more, I deserve no more than I give.

I cherish not the treasure of the sea nor the gems of the earth.

I ask only for peace, I ask only for happiness, not for others - from myself.

Written by Amy E. McCoy (8-22-06)