Ophelia

Ophelia Apr 2019

Each year
We get a little older
Some might say
"More mature"
"More grown"
"Bigger"
But that's not it
We celebrate so much now
This day seems normal
The biggest day of our lives
Our Birthdays
Seem normal
We party to much
and care too little
We celebrate
getting closer to death
almost meeting death
and finally
meeting death
So much celebration for one day

Today's my birthday so as I thought about the meaning of birthdays I came up with this, sorry its a bit sloppy but its a quick free write. Hope ya'll enjoy it!

#celebration #birthday

Ophelia Apr 2019

Disappointment

We wake up
For disappointment
We fall asleep
From disappointment
The world is full of pain
of tears
of hateful things

Ophelia Apr 2019

Somewhere in a child's home

Somewhere in a child's home
The children are scared
The parents are arguing
And the family is crying
Because daddy just got another drink
The smell of alcohol is common
The trash full of bottles
Somewhere in a child's home
Mommy just ran out crying
Because she could not handle it anymore
But she forgets her kids
Somewhere in a child's home
The house is too small
The family is too big
But somewhere in a child's home across town
The children are scared they won't be invited to a party
The parents are arguing about who's better
And the family is crying tears of joy
Somewhere in a child's home, every home is different

Ophelia Apr 2019

The Pain

Feeling this pain
It doesn't hurt anymore
Because I've felt it too long
Feeling this pain
It lasts forever
Never lets me go
Because I've had it too long
Feeling this pain
Is an everyday thing
Nothing new
Because it's always here

Sorry about this poem, I can tell its a bit of a downer but I'm a realists poem writer. I feel like this poem doesn't flow smoothly so any notes and pointers would be appreciated!

Ophelia Mar 2019

Used to...

I used to smile
I used to laugh
And
I used to love
Now the only thing I feel is pain
I can't smile
I can't laugh
But I can cry
And
I'm ready to give up
I'm ready to let it all go
Why...? They ask but never listen
Why...? You don't really care
Why...? Because I've been through bad times
I've been to hell and back
Now
I can't stand anymore
But
It doesn't matter
Because
No one sees my suffering
So no one can help

I'm not as experienced as the rest of people here, and I've been looking for feedback on my writing. This isn't my best work so I would love fedback.

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