- Non-Erotic Poetry
- why do i?
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When it rains
I cry
When it is sunny
I am still sad
Being next to him I'm supposed
To be happy
Yet my heart is heavy and weighted
With doubt
Driving or sitting next to him
I am happy
But terrible and uncertain
Questions arise
Like is he the one for me?
Does he really love me for who I am?
Will it always be this way?
These questions engulf my mind
Driving me to insanity
Hurting me to the point of
Not wanting to be near him
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
And get all this doubt and fear out
I want to carve the pain out of my mind
And start anew
From time to time i want to feel my blood
Flow
And just feel nothing but pain
For that is what i am used to
Being loved and cherished
Is scary and new
How can an angel who is used to being
Beaten
Be brought from the depts of hell
And shown love?
Is it even possible?
Am i supposed to know what "love" is?
Am i supposed to be scared of things to come?
Why do haunting memories of things past
Keep arising?
Why cant i bury them
And move on?
Why does it hurt soo much when i
Go to sleep at night next to him?
Why?
I feel like i am loosing my mind
I am scared
I feel alone
But these feelings and memories
Change and fade in time......
Dont they?
Or will they always haunt me
For the rest of my life
From this day forward I am
Starting anew
I am burying those memories
Of those who lost me
And will never have me again
I am moving on
To the one that has me
Now and hopefully
FOREVER
- COMMENTS
champagne1982about 16 years agoHi lil. I think you've got a case of the relationship jitters both with your mate and your poem. You tell us quite a bit about it, which in prose is a good thing, but not so good in poetry. Try to find ways of showing your reader the full gamut of your confused emotions through using images that explain rather than describe what's going on and I'm betting you'll have some terrific poetry to show us litezins. Another idea is for you to explore the wonders of prose poetry. In that, you may find the key to your style of writing that will unlock your muse. Thanks for sharing.
