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I don't miss her and I never will, I miss the pure ecstasy of being in ones heart. I became complacent in my position, And Now I embrace whatever crumbs of attention I get. I crave contentment for living, I seek for reasons to stay rather than to confront my reasons to go. I don't want pity nor compliments, I want to rant and to feel and to hurt and to break and to live in peace. But, nay. Peace at heart is not achievable For I gave mine to her. I swim in pools of sorrow Begging, to make me even half a man As I am a shadow A broken spirit of a person A small percentage, fractions Pondering the dire consequences of my pitiful actions.
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
A dire consequence to my pitiful actions:
I don't miss her and I never will, I miss the pure ecstasy of being in ones heart. I became complacent in my position, And Now I embrace whatever crumbs of attention I get. I crave contentment for living, I seek for reasons to stay rather than to confront my reasons to go. I don't want pity nor compliments, I want to rant and to feel and to hurt and to break and to live in peace. But, nay. Peace at heart is not achievable For I gave mine to her. I swim in pools of sorrow Begging, to make me even half a man As I am a shadow A broken spirit of a person A small percentage, fractions Pondering the dire consequences of my pitiful actions.
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
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