A Poem Somewhere In A Book
I wrote this poem for a contest on the site Poetry Nation. I actually received a letter stating I made it in the semi-finals and that my poem would be marketed in a book the publishing company Eber and Wein put out every year. The book supposed to be a compilation of all the semi-finalists poems. I don't know if this is true, I didn't know much about Poetry Nation and it has been quite a while since I have heard anything else. I never heard who won or if the book is published now in order to buy. I did visit the site and try to find out, but couldn't find the information. So, if anyone sees this poem under another name other than my name Karen Smith, please let me know.
I hope you like this poem, it's one of the first poems I ever wrote. :)
Do you like my poem?
Oh, but I've always known
what it feels like not to be loved.
It’s a curse of suffering that
comes from something unseen.
It bestows on me such insecurities.
The air from my lungs sometimes
ceases to fill, and I’m smothering like
a bee who at this moment stung its
prey; fluttering, gasping, and just
wasting away. Jesus himself has
no mercy on me, can’t you see, his
intent to make me suffer just as he.
I look forward by lifting my head,
holding it up, but still feeling dread.
To wake in this world is like the
though, a part of me longs to be
alive, as alive as a beautiful bird that
soars in the blue sky.However, I only
seem to be the strings...
of a sadly played violin, cut and
tortured under its battering bow
gently weeping with every screeching
Although many lessons learned
are my gift, I suppose. It’s the scars
of my life that still whittle my bones.
Am I wise beyond my days...
so it seems, yet I would give wisdom
up for one true love scene...
© 2015 Missy Smith