When?

I feel so alone.

I have two feet but at times...

I cannot stand on my own.

Who is there?

Anybody?

Where is the shoulder?

I cannot see!

My night is never-ending.

I forgot what it is to see the day...

To see the movement of life pass...

as a smile on my face embraces my skin.

Who is there? 

Anybody?

Where is the shoulder?

I cannot feel!

I remember the days when worry was not a worry...

Where fear had no meaning.

And now, my worries run deep into a hole that has no ground.

My fears and nightmares turn my reality into s**t.

Why can't I feel me?

Torment has a firm grip on my soul...

Why can't I be free from all this s**t?

When will passion find me? This trip is too long...

or will my world be comforted by the deep kiss of black?

I feel I'm caving in.

My mind is sinking in.

Who is there?

Anybody?

Where is the shoulder?

I cannot breathe!

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

Putting those feeling on paper is the first step in finding closure.
Nice work.

[nighttimesnoozer]

well the purple reminds me of laid back chill and cool so i couldn't really feel it
i suggest you use a more depressing color if your writing about sorrow
but yeah good one

[Gone]

Very deep. You have great wording and pace. I like how at times it's long and others it's short. It's a good way to get the reader engaged in what's going on and get them emotionally involved as well.

[Linear]

Its good to let it out in the written word,
the shoulder you seek, is likely in reach

Though im no fan of the word s**t! i did enjoy your heartfelt poem

keep writing

[Amada]

This is just something Ive felt...