How Are You?

samsamhnrd

Great time to have a writer's block is when you have a lot of ideas to write about, but no energy to write at all.

Wow, that's the longest paragraph I've written since the day I realized I was torn.

Stagnant, delusional, bored, and just sad,

nothings new and not looking for what's ahead.

 

I missed my old friends,

I can't help but to think how they are.

They must have been through something too,

and I wasn't even there anymore to lend them my shoulders.

 

I missed my old buddies.

We shared the most dramatic and crazy stuff as a kid,

I wonder how they are doing now,

Do they know already the life's whats and hows?

 

I missed everyone terribly,

now that I miss my old self.

I missed the times where all I need to do is laugh,

now, even getting outta bed is tough.

 

When things just don't make sense at all

I wish I have somebody to text or give me a call.

A simple "how are you?" will do,

even if the body's asking for a warm hug too. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: smitten (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 17th, 2024 04:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: I've been struggling to write these past days and I haven't feeling really well because again, I was relapsing hard. Although I managed to force myself to write, I don't know if what I produced was good, but nonetheless, it was an ease for me because I was getting a bit better now. I'd also like to add that being sad and not okay is totally fine, sometimes, we got to allow that emotion to be felt. Do not resist it because it will only get worse and will make things more complicated and stagnant. So, I learned it in the most crucial but honestly helpful way to just allow things to be felt, then you'll get weary of those feelings eventually and will find yourself functioning again. I'm not the strongest when it comes to handling my emotions but I'm happy that I've got to help myself a little. Thanks for reading my poems!
  • Category: Sad
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Comments1

  • 2781

    To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:

    • samsamhnrd

      Even if we find the reasons, will heaven permit us to break even?

      Thank you for reading my poem, 2781!

      • 2781

        It was my pleasure.



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