Jar of SecretsA Poem by TheBubbleManiacWe all have that one friend who was once good...
My body holds a heavy burden
One that you put upon me very often But you are too blind to notice That is why I keep this heavy smoke hidden One day I decided to take a jar A mason jar to be more exact A opened it up and pushed the smoke in It was tough, but I did it Smoke is hard to clear But you don't know that Every day the smoke gets heavier The secrets piling in on my heart My eyes droop with confusion My mind spins like a Ferris Wheel It's slowly trying to process everything you tell me But I can't take it The throbbing of my heart is annoying I can't take it That's why I want you to realize how hard this is I don't understand? You don't understand! Every time there is a problem There is another secret to put on top of it Why can't I just have a peaceful conversation? I just want the good times to come back I could never have those come back though My wave of tears whisked them away a long time ago You wonder why I cry Yet you should know by now The world does not revolve around your problems Yet you seek the attention I can't believe you You've changed so much My vision is starting to get blurry It was once a still and clear pond But the light touch of your finger ruined it Now my vision ripples with emotions My heart was light as a feather Eyes like twinkling stars Feet that danced with the wind Hands like soft cotton in the winter Now those happy days are gone They slowly drifted away as we grew I kept asking myself if I went wrong somewhere I blame myself for what you do now Now my mind is blind and I can't think because of you My jar of secrets is drowning me in guilt The jar is going to break Then your secrets will flutter away What will you do then? Yell at me and call me names? Will you shun me, and go on to someone else? Dumping all of your new secrets onto them
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Added on November 30, 2015 Last Updated on November 30, 2015 AuthorTheBubbleManiacPolkville, NCAboutAt first, writing really wasn't my thing. But a special friend of mine got me into some really interesting books, which showed me the way into the writing world. From then on writing has always been m.. more..Writing
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