morning sickness

the sun comes up while i
think about how you’re going down..slipping
and sinking on the jagged rocky coast of
life.
i have no words to fit this real life
greeting card loss.
get well soon,
sorry for your loss,
and i feel sorry for my losses,
counting them on fingers.
then counting them on toes.
i feel you, paranoid and raging
and there is no one i have to talk to.
what can i say except maybe sometimes
little white lies about what does and doesn’t
happen
and now you say
here is this mountain of knowledge,
hide it behind your smile.

hazy rain outside all lit up
crimson.
i’m laughing,

but i’ve never found anything less funny in my life.
i tried to take a walk in your shoes
blaming it on everything and everyone but me.
where i thought you could comprehend the
frail scaffolding
of emotions i find that you just
jump around on it like a child
and there is so much more to life than this
so i just sit here, laughing.

Reviews

[N3v3r_2_L@t3]

I particularly like this poem. It shows a sense of dislike, from my pov, of someone. You are apparently telling them How much you dislike them. When I first read the title, I thought of it, as a woman being pregnant, and experiencing the morning sickness they always do. But the title actually gets you hooked in on the poem, because at first it has nothing pertaining to morning sickness, so you want to keep reading to see what its all about. From what I've gathered, you are sick of someone, hence the title. The only thing that I would change about it, is the grammar errors. You have alot of uncapitalized I's. Otherwise, the poem has great feeling to it.
The end kind of gives the impression that the author is mad, for they just sit there in the midst, laughing. Keep up the good work=]