|
Poem Details
|
| Title: | finding reasons |
| Date Submitted: | 3/12/2007 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
Should I be hiding the hurt? Why does it feel as bad when I do? A shallow exhausted lie, A character with slipping mask and faded painted smile. The sheen is long covered in shame, and life forgotten. I’m hidden behind the wisdom of this shattered mind. Here sadness might not choke and drown me, But that doesn’t make me free. I can’t remember the happiness. All I seem to hold onto are the things already lost. There’s nothing left inside: worn, given, stolen away. Emptiness. A sickly hungriness. The echoes won't let me forget. Stuffed with apathy and the heavy quicksand of going nowhere. Why can’t I hide this feeling too? Emptiness. Maybe I’ll just fade away? I’m useless and worthless, and feeling clumsy in my body And anything but the smallest space I may occupy. No connections to this world. Drift away. No links to people in it. Sink away, alone. Empty, with nothing to build upon, To build upon into something I should save. But I don’t know if I even could. For what could I do now? Tired with shrivelling hope, That I couldn’t do in these long dying years That have struggled on by?... |