four

There are always ears and eyes for those who are most disturbed;

lips and hands for those who are least adored.

silent cries fill loud and empty hearts

from brim to brim the obsessions begin

hidden away behind the warmth of a door

time for repeats . . . 1, 2, 3, four?
here we go

oh. not today

Author's Note

one of my favorite pieces I have written
(4/23/15)

Reviews

[AJ Hawker]

I really like this piece. It's short and to the point, but captures something much larger than itself. Even the line placement adds to the ambiance perfectly; creating a sort of, stop-and-go, falling-forward notion. Well done.
(P.S. I think you mean the first word to be 'There', not 'Their' ^_^.)

[Yanina McKnight]

Thank you! I really appreciate you taking the time to read my poem :)

I'll fix that, thanks AJ

-Yanina

[AaronFreitas]

This is a beautfiul write Yanina. The thought that there is always someone there for us regardless is a very comforting thing. This is a beautiful poem :)

[Yanina McKnight]

Thank you, It really means a lot that my readers enjoy reading my poems as much as I enjoy writing them!

[AaronFreitas]

:) You're welcome