Baggage

Miss_me

I see the world,

I look at places, faces, empty spaces,

I stare at the pain, heavy chains, stealing brains,

Nothing explains, rejection, depression, infection,

Dark burdens that cut deep scars,

I ask why? How? Who does this?

I feel this cloud of heavy deadness,

I don't see this good,

I don't notice the freedom

I see lies, smaller size,

I notice her laugh fading, his arms hiding, people dying,

Cruelness comes from wellness,

Sadness comes from madness,

Dying comes from trying,

Where is the hope? Where's the love? Where is the good?

  • Author: Miss_me (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2016 17:13
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 38
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Comments3

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME MISS~ ME ! Thanks for a very well written but so so sad first poem. We do live in an almost defeated World ~ but as individuals we can rise above it ! MPS is a nice posiive site and there are lots of supportive people and supportive poetry. Thinking of you ~ Yours BRIAN

    • Miss_me

      Reflections on our world. That is true, we can rise above anything if we set our mind to it!
      Most of my poems are sad, I will be posting them, and I might just start adding a positive spin on my poetry from now on. : )

    • Tony36

      Welcome to MPS. Awesome write

      • Miss_me

        Awe, Thank you! : )

        • Tony36

          Welcome

        • keeara45

          Very good . Touched me deep keep writing

          • Miss_me

            Thank you, I just write what I feel, Glad you could relate. : )



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