Heavy Heart
these tears held back in my heavy heart
rapture my thoughts and placate my art
my hands shake and tremble in fear
i cannot speak, i cannot hear
i am terrified to the root of my bone
i am afraid, afraid to be alone
the air feels cold and the night seems long
everything i thought i knew was wrong
so do not judge when i crash to the ground
when i feel more lost than i have ever felt found
do not worry for i will be okay
you do not have to extend your stay
i am fine and as calm as the summer air
i am fine and you do not have to care
i can spin these lies all the time
speak in hopeless, restless rhyme
but really what i still long for
is a lended ear, an open door
Amazing how we train ourselves to keep up the snappy patter. But sometimes I do think that we do so to train ourselves to believe it better. And maybe, just maybe, it’s not a bad thing to believe the happy exaggerations and work to make them true.
That’s the way I’ve started to approach life…Put on the smile before feeling happy. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Trial and error, dear Kathryn, has taught me everything. Your wise words ring true.
I feel more lost than I ever did found too. Great poem!
Thank you. (:
Very Nice Blue
DarkJade-
Thank you!
Do you not have the lended ear, the open door. Perhaps you are looking in the wrong direction?
Perhaps…
Such a strong improvement in Rhythm!
If I really want to be critical (which I will be only because the rest was perfect), I just have to wince at the last few lines, where the rhyme gives a little way.
Really wasn”t working on rhythm here, but thanks.
What about the last few lines throws you off?
And I agree here! (not thrown off at all it sums the verse)
That hurt. I understand exactly.
Bisous,
Dawn
Thank you Dawn…That makes me feel a little more not alone.