More to come . . . this isn't the end, but it's a combination of several thoughts that are passing through my mind. Hadn't blogged in awhile and found this suiting. Enjoy, my fave 5. Oh, and here's the quote of the day: "Why would you fear something that is certain?" Think about it, my dear friends. I'm pondering. To the nameless poem we shall go . . .
What is in my heart?
I write it on this page.
My mind is plagued with thoughts
To which I now engage:
I am so overwhelmed
With confusion and regret,
Overcome with doubt -
My questions are not met.
Where do I go from here?
Where do I rest my gaze?
Should I forget my troubles
Or should I try to stay?
Like just a little tree,
My pain continually grows,
Yet unlike the real me,
Feelings I will not show.
With smile pasted on,
I quickly walk away.
My heart is screaming NO!
This is the price I pay.
I still live in my past
That has gone on too long.
I wish I were happier -
Everything seems so wrong.
So slowly do they fall
These montonous raindrops -
They turn to drops of tears.
The pouring never stops.
Do you think of me
When you are all alone,
Or do you regret
This seed of sadness sown?
I've cried these tears away
Only a thousand times;
Yet they appear each day
Upon this face of mine.
My grief I hide away -
My face they will not see,
For this great heartache of mine
Slowly suffocates me.
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