To whom it may concern.
I sit here and ponder
Not certain of what.
Life is full of these many wonders.
Yet, as I am stiff, one thing seems to float.
The content of the notes I wrote.
All yet to be balled up, and started over.
Again and again until it's just right.
Stories of lovely lies in my sight.
Once more it's no good.
One more memory as I stood.
As I take a seat and retry my letter
This time, it will be better.
Pencil in hand, but no movement.
Mindful words of meaningful prudence.
The burning emotion.
To this letter I owe my devotion.
"For it will set me free," I say.
"I don't belong here. I can not stay."
The voices won't be silenced this time.
Tears oozing out as slime.
Telling the world about your many cuts.
Screaming down the hall as your door shuts.
No more chances after the final step.
Think of them all, remember the tears they wept.
It's going to be fine they said.
But look at you now, shaky hands, eyes burning red.
All a simple trick of the mind.
Stumbling over the right words to find.
With a sudden purge, shapes begin to form.
Words come, and the feeling is so warm.
Is this it?
Is it done?
Has she finished?
This is the one?
Smiling at the magnificence
She folds it and sits it on the camera.
The camera that would soon record the movie she presents.
She puts on her new neck ware,
and right before she leaps off that chair
She realizes what from the world she has learned
And with that she whispers, "To whom it may concern."
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Depressing Emotions. (w/ quotes)
Poesía(These are poems and quotes.)In life there are times where you need to express. You need to let out things you've been holding on to. Yet, you may not want to express it to a person. Sometimes people aren't what you need. You've been looking for a p...
