Is there a point to any of this? Why do I sit and write like this? Is anyone even out there to read this shit? All seems a bit hopeless and desperate. My heart is on my sleeve, I bleed for you, Can't you see? I cannot hear a single soul, It is lonely here, The quietness is my friend, That I know, Still makes me feel hollow, When I feel I am on my own. Maybe I shall disappear into the moonlight, Escape to the sea, Back to where my heart has always been. Would anyone even notice I had gone? Doubtful, Since I seem to be the only one who hears this sorrowful song. © 2017 MK AC Nevin-Crooks Love Life Poetry
Poetry for the soul. Ignites the passion within. Makes your heart soar.