Incomplete

mtrotter1

Such musical notes

Fall upon my thoughts

Each day,

It's the only happiest thing;

I disappear

Into the limelight

Then the curtain comes into place

I read the sheet music

I sort it all

As the...

I don't mean to feel this way,

But if I were dead, I would be free

I wish I can be free

But as long

As he is alive,

I will never be free

That's why I work

Dead end jobs

To try and get away from him...

But I can't

I feel like my luck

Is running out,

Goodbye my sweet blanket

When all you can do is scream...

I want a divorce

These walls scream

But nobody wants to...

And drown my sorrows

For do you think life is nauseating?

Do you think I'm insane?

For human bodies soil into one

I linger in the dreams of you

Two introverts, two tides, two loves.

I give up

I'm tired of being in a toxic

Work environment

I'm tired of being in a

Toxic world

I give up

I don't want to appear kind,

Weak, or pushed over

I want to disappear

Please save me

Is there any way I can get out of

That interview?

I don't want to go.

I think I'm ready to run away

Now that my bill is paid off,

I am free to leave, I feel

But where am I going to go with no

Money?

I don't want to be homeless,

But there has to be a way for me

To get out of Reno

I wish I can

Walk out the door and never look back

Will you help me escape?

I am meant to be alone

Or be around other empaths

All I need is one last

Chance...

I won't fail this one

I will hold on to this chance forever

I just need one more chance,

A chance to get out of here.

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 1st, 2023 16:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: I already hear the dramatic music in the background...isn't this lovely? I love that my feelings, emotions, and thoughts are all over the place. I feel as if my words fly to unknown destinations. Here is another reckless lament...one that I will truly treasure and love forever. For we as poets can be very dramatic writers. I think sometimes our deep thinking scares people. So here's to the poets who feel dramatic things. Sometimes scary, sometimes overwhelming, sometimes fragile. I am so happy to share my poetry with such a great community. For writing poetry is great therapy for me. I really hope you feel the same. Thanks.
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