Why must it always be the same? Every day just praying for change. Yet this internal sickness, this emotional drain continues to restrain me, keeping me captive within its merciless cage.
Could it really be my fate to live with this, to never know what it's like to be genuinely happy? How wondrous I imagine it must be to have even one moment of such carefree bliss. Back to reality, need to stop living in a world so far away.
My jealousy when I see others laughing together, myself, I seem to be stuck with this distance. So blessed are they to have those people here after, they keep me invisible, always pushing me off-balance.
Why won't they see me? Am I that meaningless, or are they just blind? The darkness seems to have become my sanctuary, trapped here, I must be sure to make no sound.
One noise could atract their pity, their rage, not one would empathise or show a morsel of patience. I'm still learning the many things I should probably know by this age, how pathetic, that I still carry this burden of 'innocence'.
Hmm. Though nothing is said with genuine harshness, this really speaks out as a raw and very 'real' piece. I say that mostly because I can relate very well to this, and it's written almost like you're trying to explain this to yourself and have done so over and over but still cannot understand; the feeling of 'innocence' has simply grown old. I love that. Especially the last line, which really ties that feeling together. I probably am making no sense. But, I like this. :]
Such a lovely, truthful poem. I love how you totally expressed yourself. You have immense talent, and people will definitely see you now and recognize you sometime, so cheer up! :)
PS- I really like this line for some reason: The darkness seems to have become my sanctuary.
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This was amazing! It was emotional and inspirational and has a very deep meaning! It takes innocence and gives it a punch! I loved it so much! Great job!
this was a very emotional and sad poem and i know exactly how you feekl thats how i am most of the time and i hope that changes soon for the both of us anyway keep up the good work
This was a very raw, emotional piece. I'm semi-hesitant to say that I agree, cause - like many - some are afraid of being alone. I loved reading this, and how - in the end - you seemed to be giving innocence a child-like demeanor; to me, that is.
Your work just seems to be getting better and better, and each piece just keeps drawing me in like a moth to a flame ^^
Now that, to me, is quite some talent.
Hmm. Though nothing is said with genuine harshness, this really speaks out as a raw and very 'real' piece. I say that mostly because I can relate very well to this, and it's written almost like you're trying to explain this to yourself and have done so over and over but still cannot understand; the feeling of 'innocence' has simply grown old. I love that. Especially the last line, which really ties that feeling together. I probably am making no sense. But, I like this. :]
ooo.. i have been looking for someone to express this for a while, thank you for sharing this... theres a few typos but nothing one should worry too much about. well done.
I love Music, Photography, Literature and Art although maybe not in that order :S
I love to laugh, I think it's the best thing we can do as people and I reckon no one does it enough.
It is probably.. more..