Withering

by Letty   Dec 15, 2005


Wither away is what I do each day, drying up from all the tears I shed .

I was planted here, and then left alone, to survive on my own,
until the day that I fall dead .

But how can I survive without being fed ?

I'm a very rare specimen, I must feast on love . I yearn for a little sunshine, and to have the Heavens open up, and shower me from above .

I need words of endearment, encouragement, and assurance, that
I too can make the world a better place . I'm deprived of laughter and anything happy, until my dying days .

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  • 19 years ago

    by Reagan Lausche

    Good work, nice use of rhyming, it made it flow very well, I liked the emotion in this poem

  • 20 years ago

    by CE

    This was hot good job 5/5

  • 20 years ago

    by LostSoul

    I agree with broken misery, but I also argee a little with what Kelly said because you should be trying to express more feelings but then I agree with Tim, don't ruin your poems.

  • 20 years ago

    by Tim Bradshaw

    I loved it i do agree with kelly about holing back but if thaats your style don't stop it doesn't hold back your poem

  • 20 years ago

    by Kelly

    Hi Letty, thanks for the great reviews. This is an excellent example of going out of the "standard mold" of poems. The only thing i would recommend is letting more passion show... it seems in your poems you hold back.. let go and don't be afraid of what someone will think.

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