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Heavy heart
Eyes filled with tears
Thoughts swimming in the uncertainty of tomorrow

The fear of loosing
The pain of befriending loneliness again
The Feeling of being neglected
Are slowly drowning me

Dont want to break another heart
My silence already broke mine
It cried in silent tears
Pleading to be freed from the heavy burdens of the unspoken words

"But he caught my tongue by the neck and left me speechless"
Last line from tsiie. Idk just wrote my heart out
Okay...

I've just finished another masterpiece
I go and hit submit
This shouldn't take very long now
Before the comments come rushing in

Okay...

It's been a couple minutes now
And I haven't gotten one
Is there anybody awake at this time
Can't they see what it is I've done

1) Do you think that they still like me?

2) Do they even know I'm here?!

3) Did I post my poem at the right time?!!

4) Did I make the writing clear?!!!

5) Could the site be on the blink?!!!!

6) Are the worlds computers down?!!!!!

7) Did I miss the second coming?!!!!!!

8) Is there anyone around?!!!!!!!!

         ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!  

Okay...

I'll check it once again
Is this the third or thirtieth time
My mind can not comprehend it
Are all these people blind

Okay...

Now I'm on the check it 30 second cycle
It's a crazy loop I'm spinning in
Pretty sure I wouldn't be here though
If someone would please comment
i want what you have got
because you have what i have not
and as an afterthought
you also want what i have got

never are we satisfied
with what we're given in this life
when all we think of all the time
is i want your's and you want mine

you want what i have got
because i have what you have not
and as an afterthought
i also want what you have got
 Sep 2018 Lorraine day
S Smoothie
So restless,
you’re jealous of the wind?

So lonely,
only the walls talk?

So isolated,
the darkness doesn’t end?

So hopeless,
the was no end in sight?  

So heart broken,
that the colors of art fade in to the meaningless?

Neither have I
I’ve always come through
and so can you.
Folder: the Art of Breaking
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