The Beginning, The EndA Poem by Deanna JohnsonThis poem explains some friendships/r-ships that we choose to hold on for some reason but that actually becomes bad for us , we start to realize this is not what I expected or even really wanted
Feeling the feelings being left alone within those, I feel you but you don't
I settle myself into a dormant pocket of regret, regretting the way I felt Regretting how we were living, regretting that we ever met Yet I'm left feeling and thinking why, why did I allow myself to look at your face My eyes to witness , my life to combine with yours and yet I'm left feeling torn Pondering about the great times we had, when it was all fun and games But nothing is the same as it once was, and I'm about to go insane Putting stress on one another and others around us We're fussing and cussing throughout our days, God you give my soul such pain However I still try and make it work, breaking down in tthe midst of all the hurt Trying to ignore what I'm consumed of and seeing Our friendship is over, if it ever started We've long since parted the notion to really caring for each other The sex is but nothing more than a stale word, laying next to you doesn't provoke my desire Working together becomes a fight of who can do best and who is right It's like singing a sad song, wondering how much more can I take The pain, anger builds, resentment for all the deceit is way too much for me While I lay here playing the past events through my head, I wonder why don't I just walk away Leave this life , Step forward never looking back, alone I am Alone I stand, Gone Like a shadow disappearing in the wind Leaving the thoughts, the dreams, the tears of my past behind me.
© 2013 Deanna JohnsonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 7, 2013 Last Updated on October 7, 2013 AuthorDeanna JohnsonShreveport, LAAboutIve been through a lot and during my pain i discovered writing to explain to myself and others how i felt. now that the dark part of my teenage life is over hopefully i can write about my past and pre.. more..Writing
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