StrangersA Poem by poetforlife
STRANGERS
Hi you, it's me, can you look into my eyes? When I talk to you, you look right through you don't even realize that I'm reaching out and you're just not there I wonder why you stay? What is it that holds you here each and every day. Sometimes I feel invisible like I'm screaming in a room No one seems to hear me My heart is full of doom. We co-exist together in this house we call a home but you have your life and me, I'm just alone. We pass each other in the hall, I do the things I should Cook your food, wash your clothes try to make your life so good. For what, I wonder? as I do it all each day When will this all come to an end? It should and I hope and pray. I want a man to love me to the depths of his very soul the way I love when I give it all with him, I want to grow old. This travesty we call "us" is really not an "us" at all It's you and me living seperately not caring where we fall. How long can we go on like this and what does it all mean? We are strangers in this house not knowing each other at all and yet I still keep hoping each and every time you call that you'll want to know how I'm doing, that you miss me and I mean so much but here I am in this empty life.....stuck! We, my husband, are strangers.........
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4 Reviews Added on August 17, 2008 Last Updated on August 17, 2008 AuthorpoetforlifeAboutThis creative process is such a great outlet for me. You can pretty much tell my whole life through my poetry. I love to write. It is water, breath and air to me. It's the cheapest form of therapy I k.. more..Writing
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