the last few lights

i am so tired
i am so hurt
the pain never seems to end
my own blood break my heart and bruise my soul
and i am unable to reach those i love
some still answer my call those who are my siblings by matter of soul
 but the man i love never more answers my calls
once we would talk through day and night
but when my form changed he seemed to take flight
at first i though it was that my blood would not allow me to speak with any other
 but then i gained a small ground of freedom only for a mire few days
but still i watched as he turned from me and spoke not
like a dumb dog i hold my loyalty to this man who may just be a boy instead
 but i wait in dread that he will never call to me
 twas once i knew this man to be kind to me and i to him and only found safe haven in his words to me
 though romantic we never were my heart was his if he wished it
but now his absence has left more glass on the floor of my life
 that now i can barely stand
 but for few i will
for few i must
but if ever i lose these last three lights that shine in my life
 i will have been left for dead

Reviews

[R.A. Garcia]

I loved the tone and style of this poem. It was broken yet resilient in the tone of the speaker. Nice job on that. I did have some problems reading it due to the rythem or flow being hard to follow. Other than that good job.

[Kiari Sabon]

thanks and yeah ive been trying to work on the flow of my writtings