Filling The Blank PageA Poem by AmyStaring at a blank page waiting for emotion to bubble up. Which one will come first? Anger? Frustration? Joy? I patiently wait for one to surface, and yet I feel dread. I don't want to face the negative. And I can't deal with the good for it's time is bittersweet. All of my silver linings eventually tarnish...
So despair rears its ugly head first. How are ya? I'd say "long time no see" but I'd be a liar. You've become my bosom buddy. My despair, my friend. Feeling lost and alone, with no one to comfort me no one to hold me no one to fight for me no one to care one way or the other. Just me.
Me & my despair. I wear it like a cloak to comfort me and keep others out. Funny thing, comfort. You find it in the strangest places. Utter despair. No hope. All is lost.
But yet I go on. What a dichotomy. What irony. What's the point?
Mybe life is just like a long, arduous Seinfeld episode. There is no point, but you watch and laugh anyway.
5/11/98 © 2008 AmyReviews
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