A Poem by Erica Ross

I don't feel like dealing with anyone but myself. 
Today, I can barely deal with myself. 

People will look to you for happiness, but where art thou when it's time to reciprocate? Nowhere to be found, and I'm left as a happy mess.

I give my all just to see others smile, but maybe thoughtfulness isn't common sense, and maybe hoping for it is just a pointless risk. 

I've gone mute. 

Nothing but utters and mutters.  

Tears form in my eyes, and pour like rain into the gutters.

© 2019 Erica Ross

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Cheer up, Sunshine. The flowers need butterflies. I recently learned that butterflies taste with their feet... would be tough for me to walk around on my nose.

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Added on January 18, 2016
Last Updated on December 4, 2019
Tags: Why, life, bittersweet, sad, sucks, blah, freeverse, freewrite, poem, feelings


Erica Ross
Erica Ross

memphis, TN

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