In silence
I confide,
To a friend
I dare not,
I bit my lip
To stop myself
from opening
The door shut closed.
No...not before a strange
Or a confidante even,
No one must know!
I clung to one thing,
A coin of no value
To be exchanged
For a piece of bread
To satisfy this hunger
And silence the voices
Shouting back.
I dare not beg.
I am poor
But a beggar
I refuse!
For hunger,
A bread.
For thirst,
My tears.
For solitude,
The silence.
For hope,
But there's only despair.
Jun 19, 2013
Forlorn Hope
About This Poem
Last Few Words: been having a hard time writing poems these days...talk about being caught in such a chaotic world of endless unfinished tasks.. I miss writing poems so much but I barely have the time T_T
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Gardenia
A loss and refusal to give in, with an acceptance of reality all thrown in to a well written piece with no words wasted, well done.
Just sit and write for a while as if you were sleeping, then after have a look and sort what you have written.
Like auto writing I do this a lot and then edit for stream, you will soon get back to thoughtful writing, it is there but hidden, Yours Ian.T
Hi!
Hi there, Ian! Sorry for taking me so long to say my this. I often do auto writing even at work and just can't help. i miss poetry so much and glad to have some time to visit this site and share some stuffs I wrote.
Thanks so much!
Yours,
Gardenia