Pitiful am I,
To seek no help for my sorrow.
Sorrow that has been allowed to fester far to long.
I have wept in seclusion,
Away from the world.
And only now, after all this time,
Do I reach out.
But I fear,
The tears have fallen.
And no one shall care.
He has been lost for a time now,
So will people see?
Will they understand?
Accept my heart, every piece in full?
Take me in,
Let me out again?
Or, simply love me,
If only.
A contest entry
- Let your pen run free! by silverscent.
450 points, ended August 5, 2007, 21 entries
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Comments
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This was very saddening poem. I do think there are some overuse words in here (love, heart, fallen, tears.) I liked the idea behind the poem and the rest of the poems diction and format though. Thanks for entering.
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wow nice write
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