Beside, myself

loss of something..so I wrote it down.. who knows..

I sat beside myself.. I felt the coldness flowing through me... is this why i'm alone?

I sat beside myself, and I felt my blood run cold, frozen where it flowed.

Alone I sit..I see myself running away from me.

I sit beside myself, and say i'm sorry... I wish I could live life alive.

I sit and see myself sitting there, as I walk away... nothing grows.

I sit beside myself, and see myself die.

I die as blackness covers my being.. filling my eyes.. no light at the end.

Nothing to believe in.

I feel it creeping up, my thoughts become louder, strong like a bear, ripping out my mind..slashing the fragments that once held me together...

Love, to tell you was in vain..lost in the wind. I killed your love, I made it into nothing.

Wasted paper, and words, said words that flowed out of me, to reach you burn in the air...nothing.

I sit alone. I sit beside myself, alone.

I sit beside myself.

Nothing grows where I sit.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is a very dark and gloomy piece which I felt resonated with me. I have been in that exact same spot looking at myself and seeing my own destruction. All brought upon by myself. This is a very powerful statement. Thank you for sharing your art with us.

[Unspoken poet]

I sit and see myself sitting there, as I walk away... nothing grows.
I sit beside myself, and see myself die.

WOW, some wonderful, powerful lines in this write

[K writes]

I sit alone. I sit beside myself, alone.
I sit beside myself.
Nothing grows where I sit.

I know this feeling all too well, well expressed emotions

[no tell writer]

I can feel the gloom in this write, nicely presented though.