Don't fail me,
don't tell me that
I been wasting my time.
'Don't want to exist in exile;
I wish for my life to be worthwhile.
I want something to balance suffering;
tired of sacrifice, strife and struggling.
Tired of injustice; missing
the unfulfilled time that's passed,
knowing I'll never get it back.
Hating the body in which I live,
and this material society;
isolation, I'm so tired of.
I want to be selfish, very!
I want things returned to me
Praise and confidence;
to feel pretty
I want a pair of blue jeans, and
the fancy coffee they sell for holidays
Happy energy;
tissues and Band-Aids
Clothes without holes;
someone to call on the telephone.
I need a loving home;
things that got thrown from the necessities list.
To tears:
Of what are you made besides saline?
What secrets do you hold in those drops?
(I'll keep that sweet voice that sings me to sleep.)
When I put little Jason to bed,
he looked at me hesitantly,
shyly but said
"I want a hug."
Author notes
A dark, low mood came
and rain;
and then the first Christmas songs
began playing on the radio.
Something good always comes,
I know it does;
yet each low mood is angry
and stubborn; just the same.
A contest entry
- Thoughts & Emotions by albinoblacksheep720.
700 points, ended November 27, 2008, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hm, nice work. I felt and emotion. And saw your thoughts. You hit the nail. Great work. Good luck
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I love the title!!!!!!! also the stanza adressed to tears, and the sixth.
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