Standing here

Standing here like a Flower

 

Wilting in the Sun

 

Never noticed by anyone

 

Screaming your name

 

Always in vain

 

I need to succumb

 

Cries not heard

 

Were never done

 

The world spins

 

Full of fear

 

I lay within

 

Reaching out

 

No sense of touch

 

The need for validation

 

Is asking too much

 

My metallic skin

 

Begins to rust

 

Your lack of words

 

Throw dirt on me

 

Try to crawl

 

From my skin

 

But I’m falling too deep

 

Always awake

 

Even when I sleep

 

Looking out my windows

 

As the world goes by

 

Never a sense of inclusion

 

Feeling myself die

 

Someone looks over

 

But only a glance

 

I hold on to the warmth

 

My only chance

 

Shivering from a chill

 

Freezing from the pain

 

The extent of the loneliness

 

I can’t explain

 

Someone’s light

 

I must caress

 

Guilt from sins

 

I must confess

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Melobldnfr]

I like this too, espectially from "Always awake / Even when asleep" on. Thanks again.

[masqued_muse]

You know your own heart and mind, so you craft from deep introspection. Excellent visuals, emotional tableau of spectrum. I like this very much. Makes me wince, tho....hope it gets better for you? Yes, I will add you, Black.
masqued^^

[Kaylor Mason]

This has got to be one of the most universal themes in all literature--and one of the most honest, basic elements in all humanity. This feeling of total loneliness, loneliness that is so deep it can smother you and suffocate you quietly--we all deal with this on a daily basis (we writers have it especially, a lot more than others--a certain degree of loneliness and isolation is necessary for our jobs; at least, it is for mine :) ) This poem is really beautiful. Your info page on the cafe was correct: your poems are somewhat bleak, but not horrible--the human condition is often a bleak one, no matter how much people try to deny it. "Someone's light I must caress, Guilt from sins I must confess."---- that last line is absolutely stunning in its simplistic beauty. Its writing that's effortless . . . (that alone is a big part of our job as writers).

[Kat Collins]

The feeling of our voice never being heard by the passing crowds. It seems like a cry for help, a longing to be noticed, paid attention to...yet, at the end, there is guilt. Makes me wonder, are they alone because of their own doing? Very interesting.

[Boldpen]

Wow!!!!!!! It was wonderful .
Great words, Great expressions and Great environment created. It was totally awesome.
Really wonder struck creation.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well I see the sweetness and nice leaves one to nuture the wording, well done, good read.