Promised Land

I stand here

Emotionally damaged


Needing to hear

That it will

Be fine

It will pass

And come to an end

This misery


Find me here

Take my hand

Show me

The way out

Guide me to

My promised land

Where pain

Fades away

And broken

Spirits mend

© Ashley M. Nee 2012


  1. Uhmm, I am a real person, not a robot leaving a message.
    So, I liked this poem as it sort of speaks about how I feel–tired of life but not tired of living. Thanks for posting it,

    1. I know exactly what you mean, sometimes you just get to the point where you want it to be better. I am sorry things have you down. Thanks for liking my poem!


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