The quiet oak whispers,
A sad song
But the song
Of cries, and
Absent laughter:
Someone,
Just someone.
An aquaintence,
Or a love.
To ease your hurt.
It's not the absence
Of them
That's the cause,
Or even
The hurt.
It's when
You're all alone
And have
No one to hug
The feeling
You get,
When you're broken
But you can't let it go.
A face,
In the pillow
Is all.
And the feeling
Of loneliness,
Again.
The Oak stands
Alone, too.
But the Oak
Still tells,
Of those, who's
Whispers are not heard.
YOU ARE READING
Everything, Nothing
PoetryYour dreams are supposed to give you solace, but what if what followed was filled with pain, desolation, and confusion? You want to do something, but you are clueless. All you know is that everything's wrong, and nothing's right. Enjoy the poetry...
