Caught a glimpse
Of his horizon
Headed toward
To enlighten
Instead
I only frighten
I’m not the one
He has the light on
I’ve landed on
An unwanted island
I’m simply tired
Of trying
Sitting around
Only crying
Nobody cares
That I’m dying
© Delia Ross. 2019
Ghost Island
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You’re welcome!
That’s a great way to feel better.
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Then not be seated and stand up
I know it’s easier to say than to do
but don’t think that nobody cares
realize others can use your shoe
can know your suffering & emotion
or at least can have a little notion
and thinking that nobody is worried
about your feelings and dying
there’s a problem right there
it is something horrifying
because like others I do care
& don’t want to see you crying.
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Poetry helps clear the noise in me. Thank you. 😆
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