Talking to the moon

by Lady Nik   Oct 27, 2011


Sometimes I find myself
talking to the moon...

Quiet. But I know she
hears me. I hope she's
keeping my thoughts
safe, for I can not hold
on to them anymore.

Layered...
with guilt and remembrance,
they force me to admit
what I've been hiding for
too long. Empty. I am
empty. I use to have so much
love for the world...but now
I just wish it would all wither
away with me.

It's depressing, I know
but who am I to deny myself
these feelings? This pain,
these tears, they let me know
I'm still breathing... that I still
have a voice.

Sometimes I find myself
talking to the moon...

but deep inside I'm talking to you.

-For Carol

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  • 12 years ago

    by Ray Blue

    Fave! Wonderful work.

    You're so talented.

    5/5!

  • 12 years ago

    by Reaper

    Good :) just plain good as always 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by mandy

    "but now
    I just wish it would all wither
    away with me."

    ^ I really love this line.

    Your poems are so well written, and all unique. You express things in a way I never thought possible. 5/5

    mandy :)

  • 13 years ago

    by Exostosis

    Must agree with everyone, this is an emotional piece, filled with honesty. A bit sad, yes but true.

    Quiet. But I know she
    hears me. I hope she's
    keeping my thoughts
    safe, for I can not hold
    on to them anymore.

    Clearly indicates, the author has thoughts just wobbling all over, but channeling/venting them is hard. Totally shows the pain festering.

    Layered...
    with guilt and remembrance,
    they force me to admit
    what I've been hiding for
    too long. Empty. I am
    empty. I use to have so much
    love for the world...but now
    I just wish it would all wither
    away with me.

    Empty. I am empty-So simple yet so commendable. The rest of the stanza is as clear as water.

    It's depressing, I know
    but who am I to deny myself
    these feelings? This pain,
    these tears, they let me know
    I'm still breathing... that I still
    have a voice.

    It speaks of how the pain is too much to take, but makes you feel alive within these fabricated walls of torment.

    The flow of the poem is flawless and the composition itself if so awesome. Splendid job hun.

  • 13 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    Simple and clear. I enjoyed the read

    Connie0

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