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I’m a broken poet
Who longs to write
About sadness
love
heartbreak
Although, I haven’t experienced either

I’m a broken poet
For, I have so much
Left to say
Yet, I search for words
Every single day

I’m a broken poet
For, my words
Do not spill
On these empty sheets

I’m a broken poet
For, the words
That I write
Do not reach
People’s hearts
They get lost
In the depths
Of this crowded world

I’m a broken poet
For, my words
Do not carry the pain
And suffering that
Other’s have felt

I’m a broken poet
For my words
Do not feel
Like a warm hug
From your favorite person
On a cold day

I’m a broken poet
For my words cannot console
A broken soul
To not give up
And sail through life

I’m a broken poet or
I’m not;
Maybe,
I’m just a broken person
With words left to say
But no one to hear them
-RB©
What should I do?
How should I go on?
When all I want to do is give up
I have lost all hope
I cannot do this anymore

Trapped in a dark room
Surrounded by walls
I search for a way out
Only to find a window
Through which light shines
A tiny glimmer of hope

With stumbling feet
I reach out to it
Every step forward
A fighting chance I get
I soon reach the window
But all that I see
A figment of my imagination
No rays of hope
Nor open windows
Only plain black lies
About not losing hope

Should I go left?
Or, should I go right?
Lost in the abyss
Imprisoned by my mind
Surrounded by darkness
Gasping for breath
I feel claustrophobic
Pleading for this to end

My demons guard outside,
They do not let me out
No saving grace
My solace I have found

Give up or go on,
I do not know what to do
My demons tempt me to let go
I might soon
Maybe, in the afterlife, I will shine too bright
You will never see me upset then,
Just a pretty smile
Jeremy Betts Jan 30
{revised version}

So,
You're back to question me
About this litny of negativity
To discover who or what misled me
But I know exactly who done it
Let me clear up the conspiracy theory
Place me in font of a mirror and look closely
Who do you see?
Me?
That's correct, very good, but the rest of the frame isn't empty
Take notice of the oblivious guilty party directly behind me
Particularly the one with the nerve to be judging me
Here,
Let me get out of the picture so the visual can be absorbed entirely

©2024
🚫 the first half conflicts with the last half🚫

I wish it was as easy
As you say it should be
To discover who betrayed me
But I know exactly who done it, place me in font of a mirror and see
Glenn Currier Mar 2022
It is a lie.
I can’t get into your skin
nor see the blight on your soul
nor know the wealth of your life
in the darkness and the light.

It seems to me – and I could be wrong –
these four words
discount the other’s experience
dismiss the depth of a friend’s feeling.

Can’t I come up with something more creative?
Ask a question to find out more?

Have NOT been there
like you have.
I thank Maddy for her poem - https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4556798/prefix-and-suffix/  that caused me to think about the impact of those four words and thus became the inspiration for this poem.
Shea Jun 2021
Warm weather
Come together
Larvae grows in the water that collects
Underneath the house
I'm using you to,
Hate myself.
I feel like you might love me
If I choke on what you have to offer
Lately, it has been difficult to share our time together. At times, it even feels as if the universe is holding a grudge against us. Either you are asleep and I am awake, the daytime calls for us to be in a different place, or it is just not that calendar day. Whatever the case may be, the day will come. We will have our solar eclipse, and the World will discover the beauty of our love.
Succumb to the attraction,
And you just might find
The greatest marvel the
World failed to define.
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