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Poetry By: jerimusiclover

A poem about the ups and downs of life and the way some people choose to face them.

Submitted:Apr 20, 2013    Reads: 44    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   

A/N: Hey folks! Well this here is one of the first poems I'd ever written. I figured it's about time I put something up lol.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know what you think! Criticism, good or bad, as long as it's constructive, is more than welcome!! :D

I don't understand what it is that I do wrong.

I don't want to hurt her! But why must I be so strong

In my address to her. She is old and frail and full of woe,

Or so we thought, nonetheless she walked out, baggage in tow.

I lay on my bed dreaming of such a wondrous place

Where one may understand me as I embrace all I face.

A place to bask in my never ending sorrow.

Where mine are not the only insides that are hollow…

She stalks up the stairs again and I hear her footsteps thundering.

I cower further, and further, into my sheets to muffle the noise from my blubbering.

I hear her stop right outside my door and listen

Hoping to charge in and make me justify why my eyes mustn't glisten.

And as I hear her fiery figure retreat,

I slowly open myself and expel my fear-filled heat.

I return to the blissful utopia my mind continues to build

And find once again the freedom that she would've killed…

Thanks for reading! Don't forget to let me know what you think :)


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