Who controls
The Sun
In the Sky?
Who controls
The Moon,
The Stars,
The Sea?
Is it You?
Me?
We?
Us?
No,
It's no one.
You see,
The waves,
Clash onto the shore,
Like nobody's business.
It doesn't apologize
If someone's feet
Gets wet.
It carries on,
Without a care in the world.
The sun,
It shines, rises and sets,
On its own time.
The sun waits
For no one.
The stars,
They do as they please,
Sometimes dancing across
The night sky.
Other times, simply not appearing
With the sky left
As a pitiful abyss.
No matter how hard one wishes or prays,
I simply do not have the power
To make this stubborn world
Go round.
You were supposed to improve
My sick view of the
world, but you failed me.
You failed to be
The light at the end of my tunnel.
So now I've crashed
Into something in this darkness.
Without any light to see,
I can't address my injuries.
I can't call for help,
For help is nowhere to be seen.
I guess I'll just lie here and bleed.
Bleed and bleed until I can't feel anymore.
Only then, you'll wish you had the power.
Millie J. Skosher
Beware of what you see, you might not like what you read. [[[CE is short for College Edition. Poems tagged with CE means they were influenced by my college experiences.]]]
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
2 A.M.
2 am
As I feel my heart breaking
Because it yearns for the you
That is no more.
2 am
My eyes water,
Threatening to overflow
The lids that hold them there.
2 am
My mind pounds
As the thoughts of insecurity
Run wild within me.
What more could I do
To prove to you
That I'm susceptible to your words,
Defenseless to the bullets you call jokes.
You chide me for being "so sensitive".
Why can't you see
How your words mean a lot to me?
Sticks and stones, right?
Oh how very wrong,
For words will always hurt me,
Especially yours.
Millie J. Skosher
As I feel my heart breaking
Because it yearns for the you
That is no more.
2 am
My eyes water,
Threatening to overflow
The lids that hold them there.
2 am
My mind pounds
As the thoughts of insecurity
Run wild within me.
What more could I do
To prove to you
That I'm susceptible to your words,
Defenseless to the bullets you call jokes.
You chide me for being "so sensitive".
Why can't you see
How your words mean a lot to me?
Sticks and stones, right?
Oh how very wrong,
For words will always hurt me,
Especially yours.
Millie J. Skosher
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