theres supposed to be a plan
Gone grey waiting for it
theres nothing to be had
why not just forget it
why do you cling, my sweet
to that hope of solace
to the moment of contentment
with no sign of malice
you need a hand
maybe even ten
why do you cling, my sweet
why should you pretend
your skin was made
to laugh and glow
all I see, yet
is the mark of woe
your hollow eyes
to my surprise
are neither hell
nor paradise
theyre a sight to see
ironic as that might be
for you cant see, can you?
what youve done, you cant see
theres no blood or bruises
or damage to show
its your aura I fear now
for Ive never seen it before
its like your soul is floating
right above your body fair
searching in vain
for a reason to care
I worry you are lost
I worry you are scared
but most of all I worry
for the love youve never shared
do you feel love, I wonder?
or are you stoic as you seem
have you ever felt the warmth
of a smile, of a dream?
what are you, my sweet
why cant you be here
where all of us dwell
free and with cheer
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Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry
PoetryFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x