- Non-Erotic Poetry
- drifting on the waves
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Sometimes it’s like rain falling from the sky
hurricanes, dropping trees to the ground.
fires, leveling forests.
tears dripping down my face.
Memories at Christmas,
arguments between my parents,
things to make you not look forward
to the next year.
It’s the change that comes over me
when I think of the past.
of things thrown back at me,
forcing me to remember
when all I want to do is forget.
Cries left in the darkness
that no one hears.
scars left by the darkness
drifting to and fro
much like the trash left on the waves.
Noticed by many but picked up by few.
much like arguments put down,
started by you, a yelling occurs, the fight ensues
my arms tell the stories that I can’t share
of your displeasure, your unhappiness, your anger.
Yes, I have realized that I cant seem to make you happy
A disappointment to the very end…
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 16 years agoyour work always seems to speak of so much more than the words on the screen. than the poems we read. i pray that its just commentary on life but i fear that its more about your own life. Blessings my dear child
