To Anyone and Everone

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  • is refreshed. showed the kid inside me today, playing with water with little kids. XD

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Written: 5/13/09 -day before the weekend where things changed. For this was my 'about me' on myspace, meant for a guy that I had to put down.

To Anyone and Everone

Don't ask.
Don't ask how I'm doing.
Especially if you don't care.
Because when I find out
You'll be twice the disappointment.
And it's not like I would
ever even tell you.
I don't want to waste mine,
And I don't want to waste waste your time.
You already do that on your own.

As much as I don't want to
I'll be right here
but my wish for you
is my wish for me
So I pray these pieces,
imperceptively put together,
will hold me, help me, save me.
because I know I'm never alone.

Those who put a real smile on my face:
Thank you.
I don't get a chance to tell them how much they make my day.

I don't have problems;
nothing to worry about-
but I do have emotions
often put aside in my head
some I show more than others
and some that instigate others
at wrong times.

But what would
mentioning them do?
wouldn't change facts
wouldn't change what I know.

You know I might be going crazy?
Had a dream last night
of taking care of a couple of boys
both dark skinned and a bit younger than me.
The older one was threatning to commit suicide
but I needed to get something important inside.
I hoped he'd wait,
but am rushing back to be stopped by the younger one
with blood on his hands.
And then that blood is on me,
And I am running, seaching for help.
desperately. Someone help me, I think,
Someone help him.
...When I knew it was too late.
I wake up feeling helpeless...

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Rhymer commented on To Anyone and Everone

12-19-2009

I waken almost nightly from nightmares so I understand the feeling of helplessness. I do not have an answer to end the nightmares so I write to release and I see you may do the same. A sad but excellent piece. 10 from me.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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