Wispers

Dragging my feet on the cold stone ground- bad day, probably.

Nothing recognizable its just a feeling,

there's something that comes after torn and broken,

an emotion that seeps through your body like poison.

Hard. Hopeless.

When nothing is coming together like nothing ever does,

then they come, then they come and save you.

Whispering tearing the hopeless away from you,

wrapping you into its comforting care.

Tilting your head down to glistening dew drops,

reflecting the light from the bright morning sunrise.

No matter No matter the whispers will sigh,

~there's hidden beauty ~ is there reply. 

Author's Note

I used to feel like this a lot, like I didn't know what was making me feel so depressed until I started listening...

Reviews

[Sydelle Houston]

Welcome to the Writers Cafe!

I enjoyed your poem, it flows with emotion and have only one suggestion. Use the spell check on your word processing program. This keeps your readers from having to re-read your creation, trying to make sure they comprehended the message of what you are trying to convey. Looking forward to reading more of your work!