|Sometimes, Only Paper Listens
Author: AbstractMind PM
I wasn't quite sure of a title...personal experience...(for the last sentence, obviously, turns out to be this poem)Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 154 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 07-17-05 - id: 1965115
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I need someone to hold me
And listen as I spill my heart out,
But I am alone
Even though the house is not empty.
I reach out in hope of grabbing someone or something to me,
But nothing enters my reach.
My head is screaming,
My fingers entwine my hair and release.
My body is stiff and slightly convulsing.
I reach out again and pull back my knee;
My arms wrap around (though nothing hugs back)
The same way they would someone who had been missed dearly.
My fingers dig into my leg
And my nails rake along the side surface
As tears stain my face.
Suddenly I stop and walk to the mirror.
Even though my vision is blurred,
I still see beauty.
I am desperate for comfort, and
Sometimes paper is the only thing that listens
So I eagerly grab paper and ink
And onto it,
I spill my heart out.