What do you do if your faith disappears,
If hope flees,
And you are flooded with fears?
What can you do if you're helpless and weak,
If your voice is silenced
And the future looks bleak?
What can you say if your heart is a cracked stone,
If you're cold and tired,
And you feel all alone.
What do you do?

What do you do if you can't say a word,
Nobody seems to see,
And you aren't being heard?
What if you are an army of one,
With the saddest shield,
And no spear or gun?
How can you stand a chance in a world so blind,
Where nobody cares
And there is no shelter to find?
What do you do?

What do you do if you've been here before,
Faced this hell and lived,
But find that the devil's back for more?
Where do you turn if nobody will understand,
When all you want is comfort,
And for someone to hold your hand?
When do you tell them that you're not ok,
Break down and let go,
And find the words to say,

I just don't know....

TO BE CONTINUED..................

Post edited at 12:00 am on Nov. 5, 2008 by Anonymous

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Its quite alrite

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Thanks.    I wish more people would have cared to read it, but hey, that what it's all about right?

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Pretty good by LiveWire standards, but it's length and rather simplistic structure give it a tiresome sing-song quality and, after one verse, you do feel like you've been here before.

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I was expecting that, but hey, I like the uniform style in a way... this was kinda spur-of-the-moment, and not exactly what I was planning when I decided to write a poem, but I thought it was kinda nice in some respects, so I didn't through it out...

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I was expecting that, but hey, I like the uniform style in a way... this was kinda spur-of-the-moment, and not exactly what I was planning when I decided to write a poem, but I thought it was kinda nice in some respects, so I didn't through it out...

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Typo in the last verse, by the way: confort.

Post edited at 11:57 pm on Nov. 4, 2008 by SpM

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Quote: from Anonymous at 7:51 am on Nov. 5, 2008

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I was expecting that, but hey, I like the uniform style in a way... this was kinda spur-of-the-moment, and not exactly what I was planning when I decided to write a poem, but I thought it was kinda nice in some respects, so I didn't through it out...

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No need to mount a defensive; I was just offering some constructive criticism. I do like the second to last verse.

Typo in the last verse, by the way: confort.

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Oh, sorry, I wasn't being defensive, I was just saying... thank you for both the criticism and the compliment btw...
Sorry, about the typo, didn't realize it until just now...  

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wow! i luv this poem!!

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Thanks! That makes me feel really good.