A Letter to You

I'm starting to have trouble sleeping
no matter how warm
Somehow it always feels cold.
I don't know who to talk to,

So I'm writing this letter to you.
These shadows keep slipping
Through
My
fingers.
They gather on the floor and right outside the window.
I keep having all these thoughts,
But their not mine,
Not thoughts of who I'm supposed to be
Or who I wanna be,
What should I do?
I'm barely worth their worry
And definitely not their time.
It's so cold that the words
written on the edge of
The Window Pane
cannot be seen on the other side.
It's getting kinda hard to breath
All the voices are suffocating me,
I can't breathe,
I'm frozen to the spot.

Oh, I don't know what to do.
So I'm writing this letter to you.
These shadows keep peeking over my shoulder.
So I try and shield them with a smile.
'Cause something sick inside of me,
wants them right beside me.
I haven't slept well for a while,
I stare at the ceiling till my black and white world
is invaded by angry colour.
Blue so cold it burns
Red so warm I'm numb
The words well up till their choking me,
I can't breathe.
My muscles seem to have atrophied

I don't know where I'll be
But everyone needs someone to say good bye to
I want to fall.
The shadows pools outside a fifth floor window
and they won't stop calling my name.
I never noticed it before,
But I've thought it through a lot.
Way too many times.
But, I'm barely worth their worry
and not worth their time.
I will not be their ruin.
So,
I'm writing this letter to you.
What will you do.

Reviews

[Jock Engelman]

I have been AWOP for a long time this was a very very nice poem to return to on this site.

My favorite lines are:

I haven't slept well for a while,
I stare at the ceiling till my black and white world
is invaded by angry colour.
Blue so cold it burns
Red so warm I'm numb

[SlightlyOdd]

Thanks for reading and reviewing

[Jock Engelman]

Not a problem, I am sure that it has been a while since you have read anything of what I've written.

[SlightlyOdd]

Hint, hint ;) sorry There's been a lot going on recently. If it was requested I probably read it And didn't review.

[Leslie Philibert]

As Emily rightly points out, a poem that impresses with sad reflective tones, and the form very suited,
a good poem !

[SlightlyOdd]

Thank you for reviewing.

[Emily B]

from Longfellow's "The Day is Done"

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

[Emily B]

dear odd one,
I have written this letter and read this letter many times. I have railed against the dark sky that no one could spare an ounce of compassion for one as small as I. And I have ripped my heart out to light the way for those the shadows haunt without mercy.

I learned that compassion means to suffer with somebody. And maybe I don't know how to save a life but I can sit with any soul. All night long if I have to. Cause there are souls who would do the same for me.

Your words touched me today. In that hidden place so dark that I never share it with any one. There is power in the word. You can create your own light, it will guide your way and help a stranger a step or to along the path. I would be pleased to walk along a spell.