A hate slowly fills my body,
and I'm not sure if it's for them or myself.
I flip through old photos and old smiles,
but then I look around and only see hell.
Fury mixed with tears,
pain mixed with ambition,
it all flows through me until
I break before it,
just like it wants.
Just like they want.
The people that think they know
all of the horror I've seen.
The people that think they know
what I felt as I screamed.
As I screamed for help,
just someone to care.
People that think they know what it's like
to reach out and feel nothing but air.
The strong hand you saw to grasp
only strikes you in the face,
as you bleed on the floor,
stained with bad memories.
And now I'm finally starting to wonder...
was this what I was born to feel?
A contest entry
- SAD Poetry--- Let Me Have Your Best by Ativan.
900 points, ended November 2, 2008, 22 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Strong and emotional. Grats on the bronze!
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I enjoyed reading this.It has impact.
Whoa, heavy poetry. This is so illustrative of more lives than we know. I understand the feeling of needing someone to care and this poem does a wonderful job of conveying the emptiness.
There is way too much cruelty in this world. Ble you for going on in spite of it.
Read my author page to see how I feel about this issue.
~ Joyce
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I really liked this poem. You are trying to get to express strong emotions. I only wish you had expressed more of what you are feeling. "to reach out and feel nothing but air.
The strong hand you saw to grasp"
These two lines are the only ones that come close to explaining what you are feeling. The bad memories was great, but what were they of. Nevertheless, I love the photo book comment, and your attempt to grasp at emotions is impressive. I really enjoyed reading this poem and thank you for submitting it.
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