I don't even know...

I wrote this writing editing. it may make no sense. I am very unhappy.

I can't feel anymore

I can't stand this silence

this silent 

ranging storm

I cannot breath or speak 

I cannot think 

nor can I see 

I don't want to be here anymore 

I don't want to breath 

or to scream

yet I do not want to go

I cannot go

I am stuck in this vortex 

of mistake 

and misery 

I am so sick of this Cancer in my soul. 

so sick of the storms

of my own imagination.

so very 

very concerned

for the slow beat of my heart 

and the desert

that is my eyes. 

I do not know what I am writing

and I guess

that shows you 

I have no idea sometimes

what the hell I am thinking. 

Author's Note

yeah, just comment.

Reviews

[Emma Kirchhoff]

I don't often come across poems like these, so I must make sure I remember them. I really have no words that are able to describe the words you have here, left speechless, which only adds to my own silence. It's so reflective of my own thoughts, so I thank you for sharing this wonderful work with me.

[John Holmes]

Thank you for your beautiful words Emma, you're too kind. I am happy these words connected with you.

[Flutterby aish]

I could feel every word. This piece...i feel it was very honest and that made it pretty appealing. Pretty relatable too...there are days I feel exactly this way.A very reflective piece indeed. Thank you for sharing. keep writing :D And I hope you feel like you are in a better place now.

[Chris]

I prefer to comment to this one rather than review...

we hit emotional walls all throughout ...life. Days seem endless, hurt-full, meaning-less, endless circles. We want to care and don't know how, want to change EVERYTHING and yet nothing does change ...now. It does help to talk ...really. It also helps to listen - there ARE others that feel the same way we do. Catch a breath, share a sunrise or three. Reach out to another. You will find you really, really aren't alone.

[Adam Whitworth]

best work of art in the world

[Traci]

I am so sick of this Cancer in my soul.
so sick of the storms
of my own imagination.
so very
very concerned
for the slow beat of my heart
and the desert
that is my eyes. ......Left speechless, resonating deeply with these words.

J we oftentimes do not know quite what we are thinking, however our written word is subconsciously a reflection of our soul. My latest piece is a good testament to this, it makes no sense to me. Through the darkest stages of our lives, when we are most unhappy, is when strength is found. We find courage, we grow, and we share our experiences with others. May you find love, light and happiness once again. Love you, my dear friend.

[John Holmes]

Thank you for your kind words. It means a n awful lot to me, and I am glad you enjoyed that stanza, it was relaxing to write in the end.