Can You Hear Me Out There?
I gaze through the clouds
Unable to see
I am broken and befreft
Don't you feel
That I yearn for something I'll never have?
Don't you see
That I do not try.
My life is a series of walls
And I am trapped between.
It is a vicious cycle of pain
And there is nothing more.
Breath life into me again
Make it all go away
Will I be myself again?
Unable to see
I am broken and befreft
Don't you feel
That I yearn for something I'll never have?
Don't you see
That I do not try.
My life is a series of walls
And I am trapped between.
It is a vicious cycle of pain
And there is nothing more.
Breath life into me again
Make it all go away
Will I be myself again?
I think I wrote this the beginning of my freshman year, but I am not sure. Not nearly as flowing as yours nor as short. It is funny how with negative poetry clouds are a common symbol used.
ReplyDeleteThe clouds swirl around me,
They cover my mistakes, my faults, my emotions,
They hide my sufferings, my pains, my hatred,
They entangle me in the truth,
They let people see my cover, the false image, a lie,
There is only few ways to cope,
With no other choice, I turn to torture,
It could kill me, but I don't care,
I let the heat flood to my hands,
My hands burn,
But I don't care,
The feeling of my skin tearing under the blade,
It feels like success,
Part of me believes that I can cover my pain with the clouds,
The other part laughs at it, how naïve I can really be,
And now, I worry,
Not because of the slits in my hands or the holes in my heart,
But because I sit here and argue with myself,
On what I can and cannot cover,
And what I will never do and what I think of doing,
Pain I inflict on myself, and sufferings that I have forced upon myself,
Why I feel like this,
I do not know,
A friend, a family member, or my own image of life,
The garden of life seems to die around me,
The clouds roll in,
The trees hide under them,
The flowers droop around my feet,
The absence of color in my garden,
It reflects my emotions, a mixture of gray, white, and black,
It is bland, it is boring,
It sinks into your heart,
Over powers your mind,
Distracts you from reality,
From purpose, from reasoning,
Depression sinks lower in my blood,
Taking away from happiness,
Leaving me in a hole,
A hole alone,
Depression