But I do spend a fairly good amount of time writing down things. It's what I love to do. So here's another poem I wrote. I wrote this one a while ago too. It's called 'I Cry'. Enjoy, and again, go comment-crazy.
On dark nights, when I am the last to be consumed
by the sleep that holds so many hostage,
I wonder if it will turn out alright,
and how things might have been in another life.
I wonder if you feel these things too,
if the hurt kills you as it does me.
I wonder if anyone can see behind the lie
of 'I'm fine, really.'
I wonder if I am as transparent as
I believe to be.
On dark nights, when I am the last to go under
the nighttime spell,
I cry for you,
who must experience so much pain.
I cry for me,
who hardly knows what's inside my soul.
I cry for them,
who don't notice that which doesn't want to be noticed.
I cry for the world,
that has become so blind.