Poem

Poem 3:

Standing here, heart in hand

Staring blindly at the black sands.

I have come a long way to be here,

The sea is calm with the waters clear.

You stand before me with closed eyes,

A tear escapes and slowly dies.

Hands shaking, I reach for you,

But they pass through.

You are not here.

My heart is swallowed by fear.

Were you ever with me?

How could this be…

Vivid memories from the past,

Proved our love would last,

But you are gone.

I am gone.

Works In Progress

I'm a student at the University of Pittsburgh who often times has thoughts or feelings that I need to get down on paper. I've decided to share these with you.

Poem 1:

Splintered rays of gold sneak past the blinds,

You lie next to me, looking peaceful in your repose.

I have just awoken, and feelings of passion flood my heart.

You clutch my chest as an infant would to their mother’s.

As I look upon the faint smile creeping upon your lips,

I thank the Lord for sending me such a creature,

Whose very presence I am not worthy of.

But of all the souls on this Earth, I possess yours, and you mine.

Poem 2:

I confide in you, letting you into the depths of my heart,

I am hurt; your eyes tell me that you regret your response.

I lie and say that I will be fine, do not worry,

I have been hurt, deeper than you can believe.

Why is it that I care so much?

Why am I so different?

Why can I not brush these feelings aside, pretend they don’t exist.

Life would be easier if I was not so compassionate.