Along the beach, here I walk,
With the waves rolling up the shore.
I look around the sunset-inflicted scene,
Wondering why no is out to enjoy this more.
Am I alive? Perhaps I am dead?
Or am I dreaming? Only one thing
Is for certain. I am alone. No one
To talk to, play with, maybe even sing.
My family, my friends,
They're never going here.
They're never going in my mind,
No matter how much I open up every year.
I am alone. Anyone can care for me,
But no one can know me except for myself.
These turbulous emotions, these locked battles
Are all mine to face, but then again, do I need help?
I look out in the distance,
And I see a figure out there. It's
Too far away, but it sees me clear, and
Opens out its hand, giving me hope in bits.
People are jerks, that I know.
They try their best to bicker and bug
Everyone down. But in my secluded world,
I don't know why, but I enjoy the occasional
Metaphorical hug.
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Poetry Corner
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
