Poems drain from my mind
and manage to stain the paper
with my darkest thoughts
and deepest emotions.
A part of me
which I don't reveal
to the world around me.
Some of them are pretty dark,
but I try to focus on the
light within all the anguish.
All of my poems are for you.
All of them are about you.
I write because of you.
To hopefully reach and get a hold of you.
So I can get your attention,
And hopefully
write my way to your heart.
So I write until
my hand begins to cramp.
The ink from my blue pen
smudging onto my hands.
Yet there's no getting through to you.
You've butchered my faith
and left my hope gasping
for oxygen.
Here I sit,
struggling to pick up
the fragments left of myself,
Trying to pull myself together.
Love has turned its back on me,
and I'm beginning to
turn my back on you.
9/30/19
5:02 PM
YOU ARE READING
The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
