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Post by Nymiane on Aug 27, 2004 21:41:44 GMT -4
As the dark clouds fill my mind, I just sit back and wait for them to roll on by.
When all seems lost and it seems to all fall away, I just crawl on my hands and knees, clinging to my sanity, Hoping tomorrow will be a bright and better day.
Torn and tormented day after day, Clinging on to my sanity, Clinging on to the days.
The days when I was so careless, So careless and so free, The days when I was a child So helpless and so free..
I had no worries, I had no fears, I had no reason to hold back the tears.
Years went on and years went by, I had worries, I had Fears, I had my reasons to hold back the tears.
I thought it was all over, My happiness and joy, I felt like I was dying, Drowning in despair. I felt so empty, as if no one even cared..
Ah, how I was wrong... Many care.. How foolish I was to think I was alone, Such selfishness, Such ignorance.. I couldn't see it, I chose not to believe it.
I was never alone, I was never forsaken. I realized how much I had taken for granted, So much is misunderstood.
Brighter days lay ahead, Heed my words that I speak to you, Never look back, Look ahead, For that is where you future is.
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Post by jstewart on Oct 10, 2004 8:21:48 GMT -4
Nymiane,
Overall, excellent job. I did have a tough time reading this with a combonation of tiredness since I just woke up and how touching this poem was.
Excellent,
-J. Stewart
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Post by Nymiane on May 29, 2005 22:09:30 GMT -4
Hrm, I had forgotten why I put this poem here. I remember now, I had written it about about what I was feeling/had gone through, to inspire a friend to carry on.
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Post by ladydragonrider on Sept 6, 2005 15:31:16 GMT -4
Very good poem. I like it. But the first paragraph "As the dark clouds fill my mind, I just sit back and wait for them to roll on by" sounds like some lyrics to a Martina McBride song lol
070/100
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Post by Nymiane on Sept 6, 2005 16:16:38 GMT -4
It's really okay to say it was awful. Because it is. One of my first lengthy poems... very very disorganized, doesn't flow right.. And yessssssss.. it does sound like it, hrm.. Maybe I was using that without even realizing that it was a Martina song. oO
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Post by ladydragonrider on Sept 8, 2005 20:37:09 GMT -4
No, its not a bad poem. Sometimes, like in this case, its not so much the words in the poem as the message 'behind,' if you will, the words. Subliminal messaging. It was a good poem.
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