Every last tear drop has fallen
But more try to come
Dry eyes of mine gaze blankly
Looking for the ghosts to bring back the familiar
I long to hold you, my past in my arms
My beautiful memories of friendship
But time has no pity for the sad
The clock just ticks and tocks its way to the end of our time together
Time is cruel,
“Time flies when you having fun”
Time also flies when you know your going to cry by the end of the night
Unwilling to forget
My eyes are broken
Everyone is here; I’m delusional holding onto my dreams
“New friends you’ll make” HAHA!
Crowds of the unknown swallow me whole!
The white rose stands alone in the field
Each petal that falls –
Where are my friends to catch me?
I’m alone. I’m so alone
A disconsolate place of uncertainty unfolds
Revealing the vast plains of nothing
The new roots grow
To bare the fruitless search for certainty
Take me home
Take me to the ones I love
Take me to the familiar
Take me anywhere where I am known
“Weeping won’t solve anything”
For once you are right
But the weeping –
It will stop the explosion
This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was around 14-15 at the time and it was written at a very confusing period of moving on from school and a family breaking up. Which affected me to a degree i wouldn't realise until a few years later. I would just like to share it with you as a raw poem from the heart. Hopefully it isn't too cliché. One of my dreams is to someday have a poem published.
