Chances Are Bleak...

by Mr Trio   Dec 18, 2006


Why do I hurt?
Why do I pain?
Why do my insides feel as if they are sinking?
My breathing has deepened
My eyes have moistened
My heart throbs in agony
Running down my cheeks are tears
Running through my memories are years,
Of never revealing the feelings I harbor
Is it because I'm afraid?
Is it because I'm a coward?
Could this be why my eyes show nothing but sorrow?
Blinded, are my eyes with grief
Blinded, are my hopes and dreams
Blinded, is my heart that seeks,
For one person for whom I passionately admire
But when confronted with their presence
Shot down, is my confidence
Shot down, is my knowledge
Shot down, is my yearning for life
I am a coward
Nothing more... Nothing less...
Am I but a wimp,
Who knows not when to give up...
...when further advances are bleak?
I am...
...terminated...

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