This folder contains a collection of poems that I have written.
As Pathetic As It Is by RyanKeymaster, literature
Literature
As Pathetic As It Is
Again I lay here,
In my bed,
Staring at the ceiling,
As pathetic as it is.
I've failed again,
No surprise,
It's what I do,
Fail,
As pathetic as it is.
Can't get up,
Can't get out,
My mind is screaming at me,
Just to move,
But I won't.
I'm too afraid to face the day,
Too afraid to do what I must,
So here I lay,
Trying to forget,
That I exist,
As pathetic as it is.
My mother cries,
My father yells,
My brother glares,
and I,
I lay here,
As pathetic as I am.
There's a scar on my heart.
A wound of your doing.
I try to move beyond,
But life has not been improving.
I remember the days we had.
I long for the happiness we shared.
But it was all a lie.
You never truly cared.
I tried to put it back together,
But one piece was left behind.
A reminder of your deceit.
A reminder of how I was blind.
Not all wounds are meant to heal.
Mine will forever tear me apart.
But I will always remember you,
For leaving a scar on my heart.
Wrinkled face and brittle bones,
Weakened joints and kidney stones.
In the mirror, this is what I see,
What happened to my youth, a mystery.
Once I was dangerous and lived an exciting life,
But that was before two children and a wife.
I would risk life and limb for adventure’s sake,
The thrill of fear made me feel awake.
I would climb tall mountains and swim in dark rivers,
Because the thrill of fear always delivers.
But that life is long gone, and now I am old,
Not enough energy, time or strength to be bold.
As I look in the mirror one last time,
I realize that I’m well beyond “past my prime.”
I turn away, longing
I meet her gaze, and look into her eyes.
Beautiful and brown, piercing my soul.
The restaurant silences.
Time stops.
The people around us have become statues.
Unmoving, unnoticed.
The light is dim.
Two souls, surrounded by darkness.
The words are silent.
A quiet wind through an empty valley.
Hearts pounding in unison.
A hidden thunderstorm.
I touch her cheek.
Smooth as a gentle spring.
Time is lost in enchantment.
Our lips touch.
Our souls connect.
Deep and vulnerable.
All remains still.
It’s eternity in a moment.
We pull away.
Holding our gaze.
Smiling joyously.
Time catches up with us agai