Noise surrounds me But I listen not Sit alone in the corner Feeling pain For what I know not Sun beams warm But my body is cold I cry out for you With no sound from my flesh As my calls echo within Chains of dust Cast from my mind Banish these thoughts Hiding beneath the skin I cry out again While only night listens Covered in dusk I wallow in self disgust No one’s there To pick me up I wait in desperation Wanting the voice Needing the care Which I shield from myself Rip away from my life Can’t beat my own heart And snowflakes fall From the sky I can’t see Freezing the dust Chilling the hate Which blankets me Fall in the cracks Of wicked stains And worried whims Hardened by fear Lost by regret I long to taste That nourishment of pain The gentle gaze The velvet sweet lips So far removed from my sight Not answering my cries And the sun begins to fade My last line of light Closes out this chance And the noises Cursed noises Clutter my conscience As the world becomes black And I wait Forever crying out For my chance to come free
Reason for writing:
Most of my poems are written out of frustration.
My one true insecurity is in relationships. Because I am afraid to instigate them, I spend time sadly dreaming of a chance to succeed.
This one relates to hopelessness caused by rejection and fear of rejection.
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