(This poem is dedicated to someone special and she knows who she is)
You've been captured
A gun is pointed at your head
You scream for help
I wish I could,
But I don't know how
The door is open
The ear is available
The shoulder is free
I see you are in pain
I care for you
I just don't know how to show it
Just please don't cry,
If you do,
I will too
It's just how I work
Don't take it personally
I don't mean to offend you in anyway
The small pats and hugs are just a reminder,
That I'm here
I'm open,
To listen
I may not be the best comfort,
At least, I'm trying
YOU ARE READING
Stuck In The Mind
PoetryA poetry book of thoughts in my head, My own work but the cover is made by someone else. This is just a tiny glimpse of what my mind is like. I'm not stuck in the mud, I'm Stuck In The Mind.
