the lonely me

flowers are dead by the river of fallen trees

rain too late is but a bitter sweet event for flowers as beautiful as these.
rain too late is but a bitter sweet event for flowers as beautiful as these.

She sits in the room of darkness wanting to be wanted.

...But no one wants the darkness that comes with wanting.

Her beautiful light skin is shadowed by her longing to be.

To be somewhere with someone...somehow.

Tears fall like shards of broken diamonds into her hands

...And all she needs is someone who holds her closer than skin.

The floor has seen her fall time and time again into emptiness.

She pulls at her limbs trying to perfect her imperfections .

"Who would love such a mess like me?" She weaps as she falls to her knees.

No, the thought of the void is too much to overcome.

She's blinded by the endless room of pain.

He knocks softly three time.

Her heart begins to slowly beat.

Pumping life into her body; she blushes.

Who could it possibly be?

The light pierces the room like a pin hole.


Then another beam of light. Bigger and brighter.

She opens the door.

The door to endless mistakes, endless letdowns, but a chance at love is wanted by all...

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_cheryl_ 6 years ago from California

Hey mikielike! Beautiful poem, the last 3 lines say it all. I'm really loving your last photo with the water too! =)

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mikielikie 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thanks! It really means something coming from you. Your hubs are way better though.

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meow48 6 years ago from usa

awe, hope springs eternal... really liked it. thanks for sharing this.

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Poetry Girl 6 years ago from Arizona

I am in

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fundamentallife 6 years ago

Great poem my friend,... "but a chance at love is wanted by all..." -- Very true.


Valerie (sissy) 5 years ago

Mike I love your thoughts! As I started reading it I started thinking this sounds like me, and the more I read(& cried) I felt like you were looking in to my soul, the part of my soul I try not to

show. I try really hard to only show people my happy, funny, loving, and even sometimes my go away soul but never my I'm in pain and I wish I could die soul. Anyway, I love your work and yes I think you are awesome!!!!

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jami l. pereira 5 years ago

Very lovely , voted up , have a great evening

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jhamann 5 years ago from Reno NV

When I was reading this poem I remembered the time I felt deep loneliness. Good job at taking me to this place again to ponder my own feelings and how they have changed over time. I voted up!

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AudreyHowitt 5 years ago from California

tears fall like shards of broken diamonds--lovely imagery! To be loved no matter the taint we feel inside is a powerful thing--lovely, lovely piece

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