Longing
I’m having trouble with the formatting. Stanzas are each four lines long.
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My mind, it screams.
My stomach, it shivers.
My heart, it yearns.
My hope, it withers.
My mouth, it opens,
But no sound it made.
Oh when, can I
Tear off this facade.
The weight on my shoulders
Is dragging me down.
My feet feel like boulders
As I start to drown.
Of what I’ve become,
I’m fully aware.
Something that was only
In my nightmares.
Am I even alive?
Surely, I can’t be.
I look in the mirror.
Is this the real me?
In anger I could
Tear myself limb from limb.
But each day I sit down
And I hide away him.
If only I could
Get rid of this pain.
Maybe I’ll just
Step in front of a train.
If given the chance,
I don’t know that I could.
But what if I could?
I’m scared that I would.
There is no need.
For you to worry.
I’ve talked to death.
He’s in no hurry.
My only fear
Is I’ll waste my life.
Dealing with all
This internal strife.
I know there are people
Watching all of my actions,
But when I start trying,
I lose all of my traction.
My feet slip and slide
And so does my mind.
Motivation has left me.
And hope I won’t find.
Edit: hello everyone! Thanks for all of the feedback. I really do appreciate it. I have been replying to a few people in the comments, and I wanted to say sorry. I’ve been getting frustrated with some of the feedback, and that’s completely on me. Sorry about that. I’m sure you can all understand as fellow writers and readers that it can be frustrating to have something you really like be criticized. I would say about 95% of the feedback has been very constructive (a few comments were short, negative, and unhelpful). My frustration was completely unnecessary and I’m not gonna try to make excuses. Sorry. Keep the feedback coming.
Posted May 7, 2019, 1:46 AM UTC · edited
I think there is no need for stanzas in this poem as it is in continuity. Very well written, though a bit too long. You could have caught the essence of it in fewer words. Try to reduce it a little bit. I really like the last bit.