The Point
I have been told that the world needs to hear my thoughts....
but when I write them down- they don't get read.
So, I try to speak them out loud- but no one listens.
And when you ask for my opinion, and I share.....
you nod your head, as if agreeing. Then walk away...
leaving me in your dust.
And I wonder...what is the point?
I have been told that I am a great person.....
and I would really be worth getting to know.......
but only to a point.
What point is that.....and why?
I hesitate to meet new people and open up to them anymore....
not because I don't want to......
but because when I do.......they forget about the real me,
and only want one thing........
or they leave......
and I have reached my point.
And when my life finally ends......and I face God
for what ever He decides....all I want is to know.....
What is the point? Because obviously.....I've missed it
5 comments:
I hope that whatever dark land you were struggling to cross when you wrote these...well, I hope you found some light, or will.
Consistently gorgeous poetry. And terrifying. Beautiful work.
I have. At a place called Sim Tales....with another stop before that to pick up friends along the way....
Thank you!!!
My dear Chardonnay, you have an amazing ability to put in beautiful words all that is going inside your heart and mind! AWESOME! :bravo: :wub:
Thank you Zaruyry!!
I love your comments!!
I try so hard. Sometimes I think that expressing ourselves is our only salvation.
Well written article.
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