1Steady and WithoutA Sound
Rating: PG
Summary: A melancholy poem I wrote while feeling somewhat down. My first also. Enjoy or not, please review.
My blood doesn't go
Crimson on the ground
Yet my heart still bleeds
Steady and without a sound
The hurt within
Isn't physical
It's an ache much worse than
Any wound or ill
It's the hurt everyone feels
When not able to say their mind
To a person they hold dear
O, what a rare and lovely find
His looks drew me at first
Worry not; at that I'm now disgusted
For to me he is now
A friend that is not quite trusted
As always, I cannot
Make the small transition
That will mean so much, so much more to me
Than the usual old position
Stuck here I am
I know not what to do
For with him around, I say always to myself
"Oh my, what be I, a fool, such a fool!"
I lower my head and quash the tears
That threaten to rise from within
I raise my head high, and my eyes glisten
But no matter, here I will stay, in my bin
My cubicle, my prison
Made of my own imaginings
I torture myself willingly
I lose myself in my happenings
And if you happen to have
Advice that may be said
Give it freely and do not hold back
For my heart, that it may mend
The bold is because I don't know how to do stanzas. If you do, please email me, it would be much appreciated.