It doesn't take a keen eye or a mad genius
To realize that some people are loved more than others,
Attention and loneliness can be scarce and copious—
But the bittersweet pang of pain is that which smothers.
You think you're so loved but you're just 'one' on a list
A list of people, interests, and tasks that take up a person's time,
It's tougher to live than it is to exist—
But it gets so hard that one drops back into the grime.
Tears and empty space are my mind's dinner for tonight,
A buffet of memories where I've been easily replaced,
There's a light at the end of the tunnel but this tunnel is brightly dark—
And I could go to sleep forever but that would be a bad waste.
You've got your life and you don't care,
I let out these thoughts 'cause it keeps me sane,
I'll keep trudging alone and get myself out of this snare—
Cause I know you're probably thinking ‘here he goes again.’
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
