be quiet, don't scream, don't revel at your soaring agony,
leave it be, where it is, secretly hoping tis only a passing reverie.
my cries resound as i am in a silent film,
my heart feels that this is no passing whim.
i wish to be held,
i wish to be heard,
i wish a million other things that i could earn.
the skies dim,
the birds still their song,
they nestle in asleep til dawn,
the wind sings through the trees,
ignoring me as drown,
the tears fall,
father always told me 'ignorance is bliss',
my anger suffocates me as i pound my fist.
crying, sobbing, sinking, deep into the abyss,
my heart yearns for tenderness & care,
& to no avail.
be still, be silent, maybe someone out there may hear,
that my loneliness consumes me still.
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Author:
lisztmsv (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: More times than I could count I was left alone. Especially when all I wanted was someone to be there to show me they cared. It was like a void was sitting in my chest with no where to go. I felt that even though I had people I didn't at the same time. I had no one there willing to hear or be there when I needed them but I was always there when I needed someone. It made me feel detached and slowly, progressively, over the years that's all I felt. I felt a loneliness that was unforgiving and always seemed to work together with my depression. That's what this poem is about.
- Category: Sad
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