The Invisible Book
I'm reading a book which you would never care to read
It's the most incredible book that I will ever see
Deep feeling of emotions are rapidly filled within
I'm the only person who can read and truely listen
The words that are spelt out with such careful devotion
Go way beyond anyones thoughts of any felt emotion
Filled with vivid descriptions of a sad girls look at reality
Would make any reader re-think their definition of normality
My eyes glued to the book, it keeps me on my toes
I have to find out which way her life is going to go
Will anyone understand her? Will anyone even try?
She explains it so clearly how she just wants to die
I really can't believe that noones helped this sweet thing
But again, I'm the only person who actually cares to be listening
She's alone and she's scared as she fights her toughest war
She feels she should give up, her mind, heart and soul are sore
I wish one other person could fully understand what I've read
Before this young girl gets her wish granted and winds up dead
The meaning behind the text is so clearly spoken out loud
Each word written with such passion that should attract a crowd
Again noone reads, noone looks, noone even cares if she's alright
Noone should have to go through what she's handleing alone in her fight
Suddenly in mid-sentence the book comes to a stop
Right at the height of all the drama, the book dropped
The ending to this book, again, only I can see
Because this book is my life, and noone can see it but me
So I'll continue my battle to live as hard as I can
And I'll keep the words pouring out, hopefully someone might see and understand
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Martin Vann (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, August 14 2003, 10:27 pm|
your poem is descriptive, and if, it is true, there is only one thing, we can offer you.
If, you seek love and understanding, then, you have placed your tears, upon our hearts, we can understand.
No one, is ever alone, if, they but, cry out, we hear your voice, and we cherish your heart's cry, continue to share it with us, I'm sure, we can help. If, not we, than, perhaps, just me, I hear you weep and it, breaks "my" heart!
|Ben (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, August 16 2003, 09:31 pm|
That feeling of invisibleness is one I can relate to. Good work, Shan! I especially like the last two lines. So, yes, keep the words pouring out and continue to battle!
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