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Sep 2014
Trying to tell myself not to worry, that I am so small.
But that, too brings a certain terror I cannot explain.
How can the pain that is inside me be so big and overwhelming
if I am less than dust?
The confusion that plagues me makes my hands tremble
and I have no answers
and I can't even put my questions into words.
I just want to know
how I can be so sad
if I am nothing.
kylie formella
Written by
kylie formella  Courtland, Virginia
(Courtland, Virginia)   
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