Ghosts ride the depth of my pain,
Unwanted memories they drive me insane.
Through the broken cracks the grass will peak through,
Ease my mind, help me. What do I do?
I call upon You. Release me from this torment,
My heart is broken, my will is bent.
Such sorrow will be my life if I cannot leave,
A crack in the sidewalk green grass deceives.
I cry. The tears fall as a rainbow among my sight,
I burrow under the covers seeking the darkness of night.
Bring me light. Help me, I long to scream,
Shaking heavily, I awake from a horrible dream.
© Cynthia Clark
Actually I was wide awake. I am bad to hear a few words or see something and think what might be. Bad habit of mine. Thank you for reading.