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