I’m looking for
A slight distraction
Listening for
My call to action
Empty laughs no longer hold
Joy: this ploy is getting old
Scream, cry, call
Ripples the night sky
No one there
Stop breathing air
And hope I’ll be put to sleep
Hugs are cold, forced, fake
Alone, colder; as I shake
And feel my heart quake
Feel my battered heart break
Can I see?
Darkness, my distraction
Leaves pain, cold pain
My call to action
Leave me here to sleep
And listen to the night
Hear the waves toss and turn
Cry when your chest will burn
For you have won this fight
And that, my friend…
You were right
-
Author:
Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2019 00:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Man, this one... I've been facing a really hard time, and I decided to share some poems I've already written as well as ones I just wrote. Breaking up really takes the energy out of you. But where broken pieces lie, new things are created. So, until I come up with a remedy for my broken heart, here is what I have. I just pray I don't overdose.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 61
- Users favorite of this poem: Nafis Light, b-LAH-que
Offline)
Comments1
Tom you have a talent for engaging a reader with short terse lines which rhyme intermittently in pleasing order - keep that pen active for poetry is the remedy for much - - - spread yourself round by reading and reviewing as much as you can on this friendly site and I look forward to reading more of your work.
Thank you so much, I appreciate it. I will try my best 🙂
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.