Shall I clean or shall I scream ,
I feel tired and washed out ,
I sit alone most of the time.
I seem to be just seen when it's eating time .
If I was not here no one will care .
No one has time for me to spare.
I don't need put down or degraded anymore.
I'm down as low any woman can go.
I don't need to talk or cuddle anymore.
It's wasted words ,because nothing goes in
There's bars on my face not on my Windows .
I look at the door and want to go out .
But it feels like to much bother to pull the door handle down .
My head is always hurting my eyes are always burning ,to ease the pain
I closes my eyes and hope God takes me away as soon as he can .
I don't know what I can do to feel anything anymore ,I am empty just bone and blood
Sitting on the chair .with empty eyes that does nothing but stare .
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Author:
maryann kousarieh (
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WELCOME MARYANN (lovely name) surely it can't really be that bad. The structure of your poem is elegant pulsating with rhyme and rhythm ! BUT the content is rock bottom ! The line at the end is very haunting and terminal I AM EMPTY JUST BONE AND BLOOD SITTING ON A CHAIR ~ WITH EMPTY EYES THAT DOES NOTHING BUT STARE ! If it is personal ~ I hope you found sharing the poem cathartic ! You will find MPS is a very empathetic site ! Yours BRIAN
Thankyou I write how I feel
THANKS MARYANN ~ We are all here to support you ~ thanks for being my MPS Friend ~ Yours BRIAN
Great write
I like the bars on the face line. Hugs.
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