Wasted

Don't quite understand the shame,
But here it comes, here it comes again.
Sure enough it hits the mark,
It chews and gnaws - a biting remark.

Are you hurting me? Am I hurting?
The pain, it only seems to be flirting.
Sure enough the smooth talk wins,
And so again, again it begins.

My ears they are burning red.
Any more blood have I to shed?
Sure enough they cut the vein
And all my healing was in vain.

Don't quite understand my head,
All the time, all the time so misled.
Sure enough the path swings three ways -
I'm the only one who pays.

For you I'm just an urchin
Just waiting and watching and searching.
Sure enough I ever find room
To listen to you, to you assume.

Here I am, only wasting and waiting,
For me to stop you from hating,
But sure enough I want to hold you,
Protect you, love you and simply need you.

I walk on out and hope you notice,
But I know your eyes, I know they're hopeless.
Sure enough you fail to see
That an ache, it grows and grows in me.

Should I begin to fully explain
Or retreat, retort or refrain?
Sure enough the silence quiets me.
How do I speak if you won't allow me?

Reviews

[PANDORA]

This spoke as a song to me. I read the comment that you wrote this years ago as part of that great teen angst we all go through. I actually miss that sweet, sweet angst. It makes for great writing.

My only suggestion...But here it come(S), here it comes again.

thanks for the read

[piccolabeth]

Quite right! Well spotted, that was simply a typo and one which I shall correct. Thanks for your feedback. Yes, sometimes I miss those days simply for the creative fluidity!

[Winslow Des Totes]

Sigh, there is a lot of pain echoing in this piece. The diction is striking in it's simplicity and yet it reverberates it's meaning well. The suffering of the narrator is evident and the longing felt there is so sad I want to weep. Makes me want to reach in and hug them and them then it will be alright, but what do I know? Maybe it will and maybe it won't all I know is that this voice will follow the author to a good write every time. Keep up the good work. :)

[piccolabeth]

Thanks for your feedback, always interesting to hear what others think. Wrote this 15 years ago when I was a teenager. Thankfully my writing has grown somewhat since then, but I feel that this poem says everything it needed to at the time!

[Winslow Des Totes]

I have a bit of my old "teenage angst" work on this site too. Not my best stuff but it's nice to see how far I've come and how I've grown as a writer so I know what you mean. I'll check out some of your other work to compare and see for myself ;)

[piccolabeth]

I'll have a glance over yours too soon. Time is not my friend of late!

[Winslow Des Totes]

It's okay I'm not worried about it. :)