Other Than Mine

I'm sad.

When no one reads

The words of my soul

I lose all hope

And all control

My emotions lay low

No one specific feeling

And I can't breathe right

I'm left reeling

And I want quit

Writing and my life

I have desires

But too much strife

Too much pain

To navigate through

No real love

And friends too few

Of course there was her

But she is gone

My only muse

And it's been too long

We were infinty

Until we weren't

She left scratch free

And I left burnt

My words are no good

And I wonder if they would be

If I hadn't been crushed

Before age seventeen

Maybe with a heart whole

I could inspire

Bring tears to eyes

Other than mine.

Author's Note

Just looking for acknowledgement.

Reviews

[Karel]

Have just read it, and it made me reflect on my life, certain aspects of your poem I relate to