Poem from the heart

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Emberfire, Jan 5, 2012.

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  1. Emberfire

    Emberfire Member

    You think, if we tore away from us
    Would we leave much?
    Would we have such?
    This life seems so pale,
    As each breath grows stale,
    I’m sick of telling my story
    I’m afraid it’s becoming too gory.

    With each new step,
    I take one back,
    Till eventually I’m moving,
    In a façade of black,
    Now you see me,
    How could this be me?
    Now you don’t
    Of course you won’t.

    I’m permanently invisible,
    Obstinately visible,
    Working on a way of life,
    One that gets me away from strife,
    Living in a world.
    Left to it’s own device!
  2. McB720

    McB720 New Member

    I like your poem though then very dark undertones do worry me. I can feel the pain in there You need to get it out and talk about your real feelings. Your poem says a lot but I think you have a lot more to say. Keep writing and keep talking.

  3. ThinkingCap

    ThinkingCap Well-Known Member

    I'm sorry you have to deal with the kinds of things that result in this kind of a poem. I liked it very much, though, especially the two lines starting with 'I'm sick of telling..." I feel you on that one.
  4. the masked depressant

    the masked depressant Well-Known Member

    i like the poem. thanks for sharing it.
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