Lynn

DESIRES

Why am I so selfish?

I can't figure out why...

'Lynn',   it calls me.

It wants my blood,

the thirst of want 

calls my womanhood.

'Why so sad?', it asks.

The want still watches

and waits.

It's too late

to be here.

It's 3 am

in my head, up here.

The girl cries

her sacred shyness goes away

as I show her

my secret sway.

'I am not gone', I cry to the girl.

She looks up

her wings black

no longer white.

'You changed', she says.

She's young

I'm done

I feel like she should have won.

'Why did you let me go?', she says,

I wish I knew.

I cannot answer

that to you.

She waits,

and I feel weak.

Why can't I even talk to my own Innocence?

'Wait', she says.

She has time

I am ran out. 

'Don't pout. I'm always here.'

I wish I could be sure 

she was here. 

But no!

She's gone....

How do I say "so long"?

Reviews

[Saud Maroof]

A powerful poem with a unique message. thanks for sharing.

[anya]

Sorry for the 3 years later! Thank you!

[Falcon1]

Powerful stuff of writing to one's emotional turmoil and trying to run away and face it another day could this be true of many of us how doubt our own existence and want an escape from the anxiety and stress of everyday life.

[anya]

Thank you for the comment! It's difficult and I think writing it down is truly important and gives you more power. Sorry for the 3 years later.