As the joke of it all,
I'm taking the fall.
I've given up on my knight,
So dispirited I write.
This moment should memorable,
So why is it so forgettable?
No one will remember my last word,
My voice will remain unheard.
I wish that they would learn,
From this scar or that burn.
Even from my tired eyes,
Or my quiet cries.
But when do they ever?
That's right, never.
All too deaf and blind,
To ever dare to be careful and kind.
You always ask why I look so stern,
Oh ignorant darling, you never learn.
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PuisiI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
