thoughts 5/10/99 1:45 p.m. Me. It’s all about me. The struggles are my own. The outcry is my own. All the pain and anguish belongs to me. And I thrust these fists against mountains made of air and cry out when I realize the only ground that crumbles is the earth beneath my feet. So I dust myself and carry on, afraid to claim failure as my own. How naive and maybe arrogant to think I’m the only one who has ever felt this way. Alone. I’ve cast out idols I’ve been told to believe and only empty husks of love remain. So my heart reaches out to the only thing I’ve ever come close to seeing, the elusive thought of love, the elusive thought of you. Born from fantasies in torn love letters never sent; from papers crushed between my fingers as I wished to crush the emptiness within.
Reason for writing:
still feeling down in Sweden...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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