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gemma-hill
gemma-hill
Life isn't always peachy but that don't mean u can stop to smell the flowers on the way. It's not the finish line that counts its what we do between here n there.
I am slipping but no one can see. I am slipping but no one can help. I am slipping down into the abyss I won't know if it safe till I get there. I can't no if I'll get back up till I tread them steps I am slipping I can feel it. Things don't feel right anymore. Things and people are just out of my reach. I have been slipping for a while and while my eyes are screaming out for help, my face betrays me and all u see is a smile. I make no sound I've been down this hole before. I slide down as in slow motion to where my demons hide. If no one can look at me n think....shit she's slipping I'll just say hi. I'll just see if she needs a hand. No. They just walk on by. I slip a little further each day... the day I stop is the day I give up.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
Slipping
I see you sat there alone. If only you could see me beside you. I see you hurting on the inside. If only you would let me help. I see the pain behind your smile. Your soul is clear to see. I see the sadness in your heart. If only you could feel my hand in yours. I hear the tremor in your voice. I no your near the edge. I hear the sobs rattle threw your chest. I no you cry in silence. I hear you whisper my name in your sleep. I no you can't hear me but I answer every time. You....your not alone. I no it hurts but I never left. And by you I mean me....
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
You
A tear or two. As I sit n think of you a tear rolls down my face. It splashes on the paper I hold in my hands. As I sit and try to remember A happier place 2 more tears snake down my cheek n get lost in my hair. For as long as I can remember you have been in my head, heart and life. But now all I have is this paper. As I sit in complete silence it's you that haunts me. A tear...One... Two. ...three....sixty.....I've lost count. The ache in my chest when I think of why your gone. Another two are lost in my hair...... The lump in my throat to know you are gone. Ten... twenty it's a river now... You were my world. My life is missing you. I am missing you. I wipe my face..compose myself...another year and your still gone. I'll see you again of that I'm sure but until that day.... I'll cry a tear or two when I think of you. For my very good friend Gareth usher...
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
A tear or two