Emote

Just a late night thought that came in my head after a long writing brake.

Piles of decayed feelings stifle my mind.

Numbing every sense to the core.

Never have I felt this way before. 

Where do I begin?

Where ever did I end?

Feeling like a new born babe,

I open my eyes to the blinding light of what seems like a new day.

But like a withered old man,

I take my last breath has my body fails.

There is no plan for this new day.

There is no emotion I can convey without hope.

Even though hope is starring me in the face.

Author's Note

Just started writing again.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My favorite type of poetry. Open the door to questions and things to ponder.
"Where do I begin?
Where ever did I end?"
I believe all of us feel frustrated. We need to find reason and purpose to stand strong and be alive. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ruth]

Sometimes the day seems as though all possibility is there and yet just out of grasp...good to read you again love xoxo