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Sep 2010
How can I describe this feeling?
It is me that you’re stealing.
Who I worked to be
Has gone and left me

I’m left with something strange
As if it is me who is deranged.
This is all new to me
It is not as it ought to be.

Why do I feel this way?
I don’t know what to say

I’m lost
I’m scared
I’m unprepared.

This thing that is left disgusts myself
I am left here feeling in bad health.
All I do is sit and stare
And contemplate how life is unfair.

Why do I feel this way?
I don’t know what to say

I feel trapped
I have been snapped.
All hope I had has been thrashed.

The things I have done
And all things I found fun
They have all left me
It is painful to truly see
That this feeling will stay.
All depending on a day

For this was just one.
Just one day
One day that had been torn away.
It has stripped me of almost all
To the point that I might fall

But as long as you stay this way
They will become a regular day.
But still I must say
They have
They did
They will
Make me feel this way
And through it all
At the end of the day
I still don’t know what to say.
Written by
Colin Roberts
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