A Cry For Help - A Poem

Talk minus action

Always equals nothing.

Save your words for Hell,

Where they might lose their sting.

Is Love so hard to feel,

Or is it just like Hate?

Are they both the same,

Drawn to us by Fate?

I think I'm in trouble,

Trying to work this out.

Spinning me, perplexed -

What's it all about?

Can I live without you

Beside me all the way?

Or will the colour you gave me

Turn a shade of grey?

I don't know what to do,

Don't know how to cope.

I'm riding a wave of confusion,

Lost, and without hope.

No way back from this,

I am a slave to myself.

Resigned to fading away...

Yes, save your words for Hell...

Copyright Cory Eadson 2012