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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Trying

I'm trying to make
some sense of this world.
Trying to keep
holding on to chance.

Holding out
for some kind of
miracle.
But I'm falling
and falling
deeper into despair.


I'm trying to fly,
falling so fast.
Can't keep my head
out of the water.
Trying to stay
where I can breathe.
I'm drowning in my love
for you.


So I find myself trapped
between two evils.
Trying to choose
the better of the two.

But I'm stuck here
and I can't get out.
No matter
what I choose.


I'm trying to fly,
falling so fast.
Can't keep my head
out of the water.
Trying to stay
where I can breathe.
I'm drowning in my love
for you.


Now where should I stay?
Where should I go?
I'm trying
to hold on tight.
I need your hand
to steady me.
Please, help me.


I'm trying to fly,
falling so fast.
Can't keep my head
out of the water.
Trying to stay
where I can breathe.
I'm drowning
drowning,
drowning in my love
for you.

And I'm trying to stay,
but I'm floating away.

9 comments:

Adam said...

Its beautiful Bela(not using nicknames) amazing.

Bela said...

Thank you. This is one that didn't just come to me. I had a motive (finally!).

Adam said...

Sweetness!!!

Gina said...

It never ceases to amaze me that your narrator can fly, float, sink, and drown at the same time.

Gina said...

And you always have a motive. Your poems are so Freudian in nature. You just need to know where to look...

I see you've gone back on the decision you were talking about last week? And you needed a whole new blog to think about this?

Bela said...

Well, everything is supposed to be metaphorical.
Wait- what was my decision?

Bela said...

Oh wait-I get it. Nope, I'm not going back at all.

Maddie said...

this is really good

Bela said...

Thanks Maddie!