In the Dark

i wrote this a couple months ago after a huge fight with my parents.

it hurts. 

it really hurts.

so much so, it's hard for me to react.

i can't do anything

or say anything

or even be anything.

everything is wrong.

so i stand there.

i am a sponge who soaks up the pain.

i try,

i really try,

not to show anyone anything.

i stand there

motionless,

like a statue.

but inside i'm being torn apart.

my throat hurts from trying to suppress my tears,

that revealing sob.

and everything compresses 

more and more

until it's been pushed out of existence

and i can't feel anything anymore

except contmept.

i've transformed

into a cold blooded monster.

and then i begin to think again.

and my fur starts to shed.

and i've become a wilting flower -

overwatered,

kept in the darkness,

alone. 

i droop further and further

weeping away my feelings

and just trying so hard not to die

in the hope that 

soon

i will be bathed in sunlight.

Author's Note

it was rushed, so sorry if it's not that great.

Reviews

[Shep]

what do mean do you mean not great. I found it incredable. Word of passion and deep meaning.it moved me. All great poets have to start somewhere.

[annie minus]

You've expressed the emotions very effectively in this, I love the positivity at the end and great use of metaphor too. Annie :)

[Nicky Wilson]

I love the entire thing especially "i droop further and further.." amazing and if this is rushed can't wait to read the ones that aren't rushed :)

[Chelsea]

I think this is a great poem! my favorite lines are:
and i've become a wilting flower -
overwatered,
kept in the darkness,
alone.