Upstairs Early
It’s so hard when everything I want to do reminds me of you.
Tinkles of laughter resound upon deaf ears,
Yet I feel my humor has been sucked dry.
Such a different light and view is there to this room—
And luckily, this new light and view shine throughout me too.
My creativity has been censored my whole life
It’s been roiling amidst a squall of strife,
It’s time now to get back, give back, and live.
Pen to paper, the thoughts just flow—
I wish someone was here who could know
And identify with this beauty inside,
And recognize that it’s nothing to hide.
Please someone save me from this beauty throughout, this beauty within—
From this solitary sadness, this maniacal madness.
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i love this poem’s free-flowing nature. she seems to captivate her feminine voice and relate to the reader her disappointment in not finding the right person yet. it offers a small story, that i am trying to fill in–i also like the second half of the poem, when she does utilize some strong rhyme schemes to emphasize her point.
waia
February 9, 2009 at 11:14 am