SOMETIMES WHEN IT'S QUIET AND I AM ALONE MY THOUGHTS THEY ESCAPE MY HEART TURNS TO STONE........ I HAVE NO CONTROL BUT I TRY TO HOLD ON BUT MY PULSE IT IS RACING MY EMOTIONS THEY ARE GONE.......... MY LIPS START TO QUIVER AND MY BROW IS A FROWN I LIVE OVER MY PAST ALL THE TIMES I WAS DOWN... I CARRY A WEIGHT DEEP DOWN INSIDE SO WHEN IT COMES LOOK- ING THERE'S NO WHERE TO HIDE........... I MELT INTO THE CENTER CURL UP IN A BALL AND I CAVE IN ON MYSELF AS THE TEARS START TO FALL........ THEY RUN DOWN MY FACE LIKE THE RAIN ON A PANE IN THE WINDOW OF LIFE THEY ARE KEEPING ME SANE!
I admit it did bother me with the structure but the flow stayed from beginning to end and honestly as long as you continue rhyme while monologuing your doing a good job.
I hardly cry I'm more of the bottle it up and think on it later type of guy.
Not something I would really think of to write about but you did so thanks for sharing.
I loved the image at the bottom with the words plastered on the glass of the window and rain dropping on it.
It was a good read and worth the praise that has been showered down on it.
'TEARS'
angeleapaugh,
Sometimes to feel the time peel away and to relive or remember is necesary to heal and learn from our life lessons. This writing was a beautiful poem of expression deep and descriptive sorrow. So human, so vulnerable. Their are times to go and cry I think.
Blessings,
Kathy
This poem really fit the mood I am in right now. It helped me to strongly relate to your piece.
I found it interesting that the poem begins and ends in a way that sort of shows the steps of a panic attack in a way.
I could feel the sadness. Anytime I feel when I read, I know that the piece is nicely written.
I admit it did bother me with the structure but the flow stayed from beginning to end and honestly as long as you continue rhyme while monologuing your doing a good job.
I hardly cry I'm more of the bottle it up and think on it later type of guy.
Not something I would really think of to write about but you did so thanks for sharing.
I loved the image at the bottom with the words plastered on the glass of the window and rain dropping on it.
It was a good read and worth the praise that has been showered down on it.
The structure is in question here I know but i I was afraid it would'nt be read pane to pane or left to right. The reader would get lost in the reading.