I Go

I go to my death loving you

Though you never even knew

The flowers that you do find

Are dead from the passing of time

They lie next to letters never sent

I do not know where the time went

Many words I always wanted to say

My pain and shyness got in the way

Deep emotions kept hidden inside

Covered by tears that I never cried

Fear of being meticulously ridiculed

That was the lesson I learned in school

Now that I lay dying by my own hands

When you find me, you will not understand

There was nothing else I could ever do

Except go to my death loving you

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Southwest United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe

Comments

I’m never really sure if I should ask

I realize the thread of tragedy is a commonality in most of your writing. I suppose some may find it depressing, it is your screen name after all.

How are you doing? You’ve posted some particularly dark stuff this week and I’m wondering how you’re feeling?

That stuff about school…that’s familiar. I was always the “crybaby”. What a circus! It’s like, you idiots go around hurting the feelings of everyone you interact with show none of your own, and operate on a level of selfishness only born of fucking privilege. (I grew up in a fairly uppity all Caucasian school system) I’m sorry you experienced this kind of torment as well.

I’m always around if you need a listener.
Tim

Thanks

Thanks Tim. Just going through some things but I will get over it. I always do.

good morning, Depressed,

your poem flows well without a glitch. how are you getting on? it is good to see you posting.

*hugs, Cat

Thanks

Thanks Cat I will survive.

Thanks

Thanks Kat. I think it is too late for me.

Too late...

depends on the outcome you might expect from the message. If one is not expecting a direct reply, a showing of recognition
or outright repulsion, then you could just be venting your exasperation at the refusal to acknowledge the message. Nonetheless, sometimes we find ourselves wondering... A good look at the mindset of a true romantic, who expects nothing but pain. Well done. ~ Geezer.
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Thanks

Thanks Geezer