Mind Mending Conversations With Myself
Talk to me she said in my mind
I began to talk
of latent bitterness
sadness maximized
thoughts of once was
And can never be again
of disappointments
of hopes and dreams
no hidden agendas
no deviant schemes
the last shreds of sanity
took me to my knees
Talk to me I said to her in my mind
She began to talk
I was not what I was
love is just a fantasy
too old for such vanity
arms are but for lifting
kisses are for children
forget foolish dreams
grow up and be a man
I do the best I can
nothing comes for free
be quiet let me be…
Talk to me I asked my pillow
watered by bitter tears
talk to me I asked the heavens
why do I have such fears
talk to me I asked God
who spoke a platitude
talk to me I asked the sun
who was being rude
talk to me I asked my heart
no answer would it give
so in this silent empty space
forever, I’ll pretend to live
Stephanie
hugs
Kathy
Regis
Sheila
Your Poem Makes Us Readers Not Only Think...but to truely feel this desolation....
Very Emotive Poem Fee...
Much Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Sage
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Cheer up brother! ! !
Georg
What a well written poem of a broken heart.
Mary
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.