"You don't see the same picture as me"
I tell you
as you claim you fixed the problem.
"Let me tell you again
The reason
The reason I feel the way I do"
I voice my heart
as you claim you know the problem.
"No, that fact is only so small
so very small
in comparison to a much bigger truth"
I share the context
as you claim you see the problem.
"You still don't understand
This feeling
The feeling I ran from
that I can't go back to"
I venture into my mind
as you claim you understand the problem.
My mind can't take the delusion it sees.
It pours out of my mouth in a desperate cry.
"Please let me be heard!"
It flows around my body, its stick making it hard to move.
"Please let me be heard!"
It pools around my feet as I cannot contain it.
"Please let me be heard!"
It's presence floods the room and my heart can no longer take it.
"Please let me be heard!"
It splashes out the windows as I run away I can still hear it.
"Please let me be heard!"
The floors are wet everywhere I go I can feel it's ghost.
"Please let me be heard!"
I hope it at least was heard.
This was written after a misunderstanding.
4/2/20
YOU ARE READING
Feelings, maybe?
PoetryI have been writing down my feelings after any event that I had been emotionally affected by. They come out as slightly cryptic, half-poems, so I guess I'll post some of them here. Most of them will have dates because I might not post them in order.
