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Fri, 01/20/2017 - 22:03 -- Melkor

I'm trying.

Honestly, I am!

I know it's not enough, but look-

I'm doing all I can.

I woke up in the morning,

and I tried to think of you.

Throughout the day I practiced patience,

Tried to listen, too...

Does not this constant effort mean

At least my heart is true?

 

I'm lying.

Everything is sham!

I only know to bluff, you see-

And that is all I am.

I woke up in the mornings

And I feigned to think of you,

And every day I practiced

So that no-one would see through...

The shadows hemmed my heart with webs,

And every day they grew.

 

I’m dying.

Can’t you see, I am!

My heart is beating still, I know-

I feel its every slam.

I hear my heart assail the bars

As if it could escape,

I hear with every single throb

The same old sound it makes...

My heart is dead since every time

It tries to hope, it breaks.

 

I’m crying.

Because I’m done denying

That something with my heart is vying,

Something dark and terrifying.

 

I’m crying for my brokenness.

I’m crying out for need...

 

And thusly watered, in my soil,

Light shines on a seed.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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