Silent Irritation

This is like, literally the only poem I'll ever do. Okay, that's probably a lie. Anyway. Feeling a little irritated and sad.

The smallest bit of irritation

seeps in, wrapping itself

around your heart in an icy embrace

makes it hard to breathe, 

when you see them without you.

Your mouth is silent, 

your head is filled with brash 

incoherent thoughts

angry with him,

with yourself, 

for not lifting a finger.

Not helping yourself 

you sit there, quietly

watching them from a distance, 

silent. 

Author's Note

I like this kind of poetry, the flow-y kind. I can write in complete sentences like a literate human being, I just didn't for this. I felt like it fit the subject better. :)

Reviews

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There may be a possibility you've dissuaded readers from reviewing this. They may say to themselves--"being its her only poem I might as well skip it." I think this posting is fine despite your proclamation of it being the one and only sign you've contributed a poem to WC. I'm glad I read it.

[Aubrin]

Thank you. :) Well, and maybe I have. Thanks for the insight. ^_^