immortal one

help me hold on to the tides because im drowning again my friend falling forever im in the dark im going into the red falling again immortal one hold on to me because im so very sad im very sad im forever taking it it gets so danm very bad my friend so danm bad bad into eternity its dropping me on down again and again my friend oh this life is making me crazy every time i here the sound i here the sound its not really anything my friend anything at all as i fall on down traces of death and traces of blood in my beautiful blue eyes my eyes hiding away from it all buried and in disguise my friend watching it burning my soul has dark wings to flly as i fall and die again im in the red im looking for my soul and my life again my friend immorality deep in the face of my souless lost dreams waking up out of my only reality i hear the ghosts screaming at me tasting the bitter salt of life and death every day this time help me oh please immortal one help me hold on to the tides
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Posted: Dec 2010

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gnj4u
Hi, stillframe,
immortal one help me hold on to the tides is a start to finding the strength within that allows one to see some value in the salt of life.
stillframe
yes thanks my friend
beautifulyou
You have been exhaulted into the protective arms of Love..

Your supplication, from the depths of your Soul, and your beautiful blue eyes, has been heard and responded to.

You have made this so in communion with Love ~~~


rose
stillframe
thanks my friend
caroljoyce
A very impassioned write and you will indeed be heard.
I keep wondering if your poems would read better if you broke them up structurally:
'Help me hold on to the tides
because I am drowning again my friend..'
cj
stillframe
thanks my friend
agoodguy2have
still, in my opinion, your finest write. i agree with cj that some carriage returns would help in the reading but as b.y. says, a gentle and true supplication. great job! ;-)
superklean
Very song like. Musicians without strings or horns, we are sometimes.

Nice!
stillframe
thanks my friends
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