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And yet I'm writing
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2002 What can I do?
I cannot work, for all my mind sees is
pointlessness, and refuses to focus.
I cannot read, for even the funniest of books will seem
dulled and boring because of my aching sadness.
I cannot sing, for even the sweetest melody will break my heart and shatter me,
making me see happiness I can never have.
I cannot speak, for words trip and fall over themselves,
revealing too much and not enough.
I cannot even write, for to see something as indecent as my loneliness
stark upon the page is a harshness I am unwilling to bear.
The only thing I can do is sleep
and hope to awaken (not at all) with this loneliness gone.
Im sorry it took me so long to get back toy our page..Cuz I see what I've been missing now..As I tell people, I'm not a fan of the not-rhyme type poetry but skil is skill and you my friend have it...This was excellent expression.
This is such an expressive and well written poem. I can strongly identify with it, and I feel privileged to have read it. Thank you.
I feel the same.
"I cannot speak, for words trip and fall over themselves,revealing too much and not enough." I really liked that line.
"The only thing I can do is sleep and hope to awaken (not at all) with this loneliness gone." Is another favorite from this peice.
Just thought you deserved to know that I really enjoyed reading it.
i really like this poem because it describes so much of me its kind of scary. its as if you were describing me exactly. i have been this way many times in my life and still get this way so many times. keep up the great work. keep the faith and things will get better in all due time. keep smiling.