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Just a little poem I wrote. I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it.

I was all alone
Staring at a sky that I could never call my own
I think I was listening to something old...Something familiar
The air smelled of death...Of solitude

I climbed to the top of a hill
And sat there staring at the stars
They seemed so far away
Yet they were the only light I could see

My mind drifted to days gone by
Simple days when life seemed full of possibilities
When it felt o.k. to smile
And everything was colorful and held such beauty

Where did those times go?
Did they crawl into a hole and die?
I would bite my tongue until it bled
Just to feel that way again

Now I think way more than I should
I look at your pictures and sometimes cry
You never held my hand in this life
You never showed me how to smile

Regrets are many
And triumphs very few
The splinters of guilt sometimes seem too much to bear
So I close my eyes and I think of you

Broken beyond all comprehension
Saddened and sick of this life
It's a tragedy to know that things are dead
As dead as this soul that is inside of me

Author's Note

Let it rip

Reviews

[C. Porter]

Ah, this is great. I love it. These lines "I was all alone/Staring at a sky that I could never call my own" are really good because it holds so much truth and also a feeling of melancholy acceptance.
The only thing is, I feel like the 3rd stanza is kind of forced. "When it seemed okay to smile"...I don't know. Something about it.
AnYwAy, great read. Thanks for sharing.

[miSS LEaf]

just a little poem? this is great, well written, well said :)

[Dana Shefelbine]

i love your style,
it's so different.
thanks so much for the review you gave me.

[No Longer Writing Here]

I love these lines in the poem

"The air smelled of death...Of solitude"

"They seemed so far away
Yet they were the only light I could see"

The ending is so painful yet truthful - "As dead as this soul that is inside of me"

[Vesa Lee]

Very good.
I felt as if I was strolling up that hill, alongside you, as you pondered to yourself.
......
Regrets are many
And triumphs very few
......
Well said. Great write.

[Tears Forgotten]

Amazing ... unique style and great depth... nice......

[Sarah Buchanan]

Great job as usual baby :)

[Phantom Princess]

Your use of language is very affective. i really liked lines like "i would bite my tongue until it bled" and "the splinters of guilt"

[Amber.]

Wow. This is a very sad, but beautiful, poem. I really enjoyed reading it.