Here I sit, Being passed by.

Misery, aloofness, depression....silently weeping

Again, Here i sit..alone and broken.

Another year has nearly, and is just about,

Ready to pass me quietly, to set me aside.

 

It just doesn't feel right that you're,

Still completely hidden and out of sight.

Every night when the silence strikes,

My heart takes the blunt force...

And again, I loss my broken voice.

 

There's no words alone, of any book..

Wrote nor explained by anyone, that this pain

Could ever be for told of...About this grief...

That shouldn't be, and never will be brief!

 

Some people try to offer comfort or peace,

Speaking words of wisdom, that yet..

Even they do not know or comprehend.

What nice thoughts and actions...Indeed!

But no spoken words are..This pains token.

Perhaps the silence and presence of a friend...

Would be all the solace needed,

A wonderfully good deed, indeed my friend!

 

So that then, i would not remain silently alone...

Nor broken down inside, from violently weeping.

Please don't quietly pass me by...

Because I never really wanted, to be set aside!

Author's Note

what do you think

Reviews

[shoaib]

deeply personal poems like this really move me, i see them as art because the writer is giving themselves in a sense and its pretty courageous esp when someone is heartbroken, beautiful work here anna maria

[AnnaMariaQQss]

I thank you so humbly and yes it does. I vowed to myself to openly write and live in the honesty room where i type, thank you for stopping. Hugs,AnnaMaria

[J.A.Bentley]

This is you. The you somewhere inside of you. The part you hide. Silently.
This is a deeply personal poem, it takes guts to write something like this.