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MEL

Through Watery Eyes...

It's days like these I want to crawl into a hole
and hide away where no one can see me.
I want to put my head in my lap and cry like a baby.
I miss my family,
I miss my friends...
I miss who I used to be.
Who is that girl?

I look in the mirror on a bad day.
There's a stranger looking back at me.
An empty gaze with no substance,
I don't know her...
I don't like her...
That face is not the face I used to know..
what's happening?

Days seem to drag on and on,
I just feel so alone sometimes.
My head is consumed with so much crap!
Useless emotional crap!
I stare into the darkness at night,
dreaming of the life I used to dream about.

I seem to worry about all the things I cannot change,
instead of focusing on the things I can.
I have my life in front of me,
but there's still something missing...
I don't want to spend the rest of my life
trying to figure it out.

I'm crying right now...
inside and out.
Closing my eyes, trying to snap out of it.
Take a deep breath and blow it out...
Tears continue to flow..
I just want to find my place in this world,
so I can be happy...
Is that too much to ask???

Mel Inwood

— MEL, Sep 14, 2008

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Country/Region: USA - Florida

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themoonman

themoonman

17 years 9 months ago

Hi Mel...

haven't seen you around in a while... hope all is well.. loved your poem.. dreaming of the life I used to dream about.. great line... and I've been there too... your poem is delivered well and felt... Richard
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orgami

17 years 9 months ago

the rain and wind song

cars are hissing through their traipse and trees are sighing the wind is shifting through the house soon to be locked with winters dry air If I could only cry we have our backyard with water fountian (plug in kind) and dollar store wind chimes and priceless birdsong to be blah the empathy of emotive outpouring Yes I remember I know how you feel

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