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Blood Shot Eyes
Blood shot eyes,
Tear filled still,
Going through the days
Wondering why?
Why didn't you tell me,
Sooner that you did
So I wouldn't have to suffer
or be hurting like this now
Blood shot eyes,
Sleepless nights
Laying awake
Thinking of you.
Always wishing,
To be with you again.
Knowing it could work
Hopping it would happen
So accurate
You have described the experience with great accuracy and succinct precision. Such feelings are, they tell me, universal, but few can articulate them. A friend of mine, one of the greatest poets on the Internet, believes all poetry was created to express the emotion of love lost or abandoned. While I disagree with its primacy, in his theory, I think it was the secondary cause, most certainly. Poems of loss can be great poems, but they arise from great burdens.
J-Called
Thank you for the kind words,
Thank you for the kind words, When ever I have something I want to get out or need to get out and talking about it just wont work I write it down in a poem and it relives me of the felling for a while, its my way of coping with how hard life gets sometimes.