it's really quite lonely
here all alone.
sitting here doing nothing.
still and silent as
a poem.
it's really quite quiet.
it's rather poetic
i sit silently still on
my silver-mooned night.
but it's not.
the moon is waning,
though silent it is.
i do not sit still.
i quiver with fright.
i know what has happened.
i know what is to come.
but i will not stand
for it.
with my bags packed, im
ready to go.
but wait.
what am i waiting for?
a shadow moved, for a
shadow himself it is.
i cannot leave.
it's raining.
and storming.
he is angry.
i will stay here,
silently, a soulless thing.
waiting for blue skies
it's excitement, yet fear.
this feeling i get when i
speak.
if my words come out wrong,
it's hard to fix.
my words never come out
quite as i mean.
it's ironic, really.
i know how i feel,
but i can never say it.
like my words have
washed away.
till i don't know either
(end of poem)
i wanted to post this one cause i need to know if it sucks or not.
i wrote it 1 or 2 years ago, and my writing wasn't all that good, so i need to know if i should trash this one. comment peas!! have a nice day
zerogeass
pure awesome, makes me interested in poetry
redjokerx
im glad!