Here I stand in front of you, here on this empty stage . Here I stand in front of you with my heart on my sleeve. I don’t want your sympathy. No tears needed please. I just want you to listen. To listen to my plea . I stand on this stage. Underneath this virtual spotlight. I stand here hoping that you would give me a chance. Feeling like a moth attracted to the light on a moonless summer night. I just want your attention. I just want you to listen to my lonely lullaby. I stand here naked and scared. I stand here lonely and cold. I just want you to listen. To listen to my lonely lullaby
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Author:
meno1972 (
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Meno I love this poem, not only because it is well written, but because it describes so eloquently the feelings I and maybe other writers on this forum have when publishing a new poem. You probably wrote it with a completely different scenario in mind, but it just shows that a good poem can be interpreted in many different ways.
Is a poem that just materialised in my mind. Is how i feel when I write a poem. I became vulnerable.
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