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I have nothing left to write with anymore.
My fingers can't hold a pen.
My fingers can't type.
My mind is blank.
Completely
Entirely
B l a n k.
I'm drained.
It's like every feeling I had before
Has shrunk until
****.
They disappear.
Everything is gone.
Everything but
Hate.
All the hate has come back
And beat love to the ground.
My heart aches for something more
But what is there left to offer?
I'm but an empty shell.
I gave all my love to someone
Who gave it all away.
& when I thought I'd try again,
I fell short once more.
Told myself I'd be careful
That I knew better,
But I guess I didn't learn my lesson before.
I wanted to let you in
And keep you in store,
But you shut the door.
So now I'm empty on
Love.
& I don't know what I'm going to do.
May 7, 2012
Lani Foronda
Written by
Lani Foronda  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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