I found this on a site and I was given permission to put it on my site. I really liked it. Check out Celeste's site . She has a Kitty that looks an awful lot like Twitters. I think he has been sneaking out and taking the red-eye to Canada again.
Who am I?
( an original by Celeste.)
Who am I
to rest in the soft cradle of sorrow
amongst the truely hurt, sick, and suffering?
How can I,
Blessed by love and beauty
count myself worthy to grieve
for my non-existant loss?
What right have I
to partake of in the sweet release
of tears streaming from my eyes?
I am an imposter in their midst.
My pain is false.
I have no real wounds
That make me worthy of the healing balms
of sympathy and comfort.
Who am I but a pretentender of discontent?
I must end this charade
No longer be sad and perpetuate pain.
I will be the one to teach myself
how to laugh again.
2 comments:
This is a beautifully written poem.
yeah, I agree. Decent rythymn and cool content. I am still learning so when I learn more I can be more scathing, but as it is I am too ignorant to see any avenue for constructive critizism(sp?) So it looks good and sounds pretty good. Thank you for sharing!
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