Four years passed in a blink of an eye,
left behind a bird can’t fly,
Every miss and every flaw,
All the tears and all the woe;
Striking now like blinding light,
A beaten soul through hopeless fight,
“Only if” won’t bring you back,
Nor the sorrow that shades the track,
Should I do IT should I not,
Time will tell though not a lot.
7 comments
From a lover of poetry:Beautiful. You’re gifted.
Don’t get mistaken, I did pay attention to the content. It’s just that I can’t give you any piece of advice. My situation might not be different from yours.
Maybe you’re “not a poet”, but I really like your post… This was so beautifully written.
Stay well, onawingandaprayer
While hearts still beat there’s always hope.
Isolation is not too dope.
Seize the day before the those years
become an ocean filled with tears.
On this I do often hammer,
Shoulda woulda coulda is bad grammar
and too many syllables.
I don’t know what stirred this. I just felt like pouring my heart out after being numb for quite a bit long time
@freedomseeker I’m glad you can relate I appreciate it 🙂
@tristeza thank you for your kind words
@SeeSmith lovely. This ocean of tears you mentioned is one of my biggest fears
Lovely rhyming. Very beautiful. I love seeing poetry on here.
Scared of life, I can’t carry on
Useless for everyone, they all want me gone
Impossible to love, too impossible to care
Confused in this broken land, for me there’s no one there
Invisible for everyone, they think I’m a bore
Damaged at heart, which they gladly tore
Emotional, I can’t possibly live on anymore
My SUICIDE