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In the forest where we now rest
We should stay for eternity
For rarely does such peace last
For the likes of you and me
Here we lay, backs against grass
Discussing plans to leave
I cannot help the protest
Spurred on by what I believe
Let us stay, I suggest
In a voice hopefully heard
Yet none acknowledge, none even protest
Such a voice is always ignored
The forest is truly glorious
A sight to behold
Perfect for us wanderers
To shape and to mold
Into a fitting home
Yet none hear me, and thus we leave
For supposedly better places
I grumble and sulk all the way
Hating how I’m never heard
You do not notice, of course
My angry, lonely form
Searching for a voice of force
And hiding from the inner one of scorn
I don’t expect to be cared for
Not anymore
All I ask is to, just once, be heard
So I may have something on which to hold
We should stay for eternity
For rarely does such peace last
For the likes of you and me
Here we lay, backs against grass
Discussing plans to leave
I cannot help the protest
Spurred on by what I believe
Let us stay, I suggest
In a voice hopefully heard
Yet none acknowledge, none even protest
Such a voice is always ignored
The forest is truly glorious
A sight to behold
Perfect for us wanderers
To shape and to mold
Into a fitting home
Yet none hear me, and thus we leave
For supposedly better places
I grumble and sulk all the way
Hating how I’m never heard
You do not notice, of course
My angry, lonely form
Searching for a voice of force
And hiding from the inner one of scorn
I don’t expect to be cared for
Not anymore
All I ask is to, just once, be heard
So I may have something on which to hold
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Oh, look! I'm alive!
Anyway, I think this poem is my mind's way of telling me I have issues.
I don't feel unheard, though....
Eh, apparently I do, that, or I'm channeling someone who is seriously traumatized (I mean, really. First How My Love Screams, now this? And, of course, there's all my depressing poems that somehow end in death....)
I don't have issues. Really.
I should really go to bed. I've been up since 3 pm yesterday. As in, I stayed up all night. I tried to make myself sleep with a poem. Needless to say, it only woke me up more. Stupid mind.
... should stop rambling and sleep now. I'll read this later and decide I'm an idiot when freakishly tired to the point of feeling all jittery and awake for some reason
Shutting up, now
Anyway, I think this poem is my mind's way of telling me I have issues.
I don't feel unheard, though....
Eh, apparently I do, that, or I'm channeling someone who is seriously traumatized (I mean, really. First How My Love Screams, now this? And, of course, there's all my depressing poems that somehow end in death....)
I don't have issues. Really.
I should really go to bed. I've been up since 3 pm yesterday. As in, I stayed up all night. I tried to make myself sleep with a poem. Needless to say, it only woke me up more. Stupid mind.
... should stop rambling and sleep now. I'll read this later and decide I'm an idiot when freakishly tired to the point of feeling all jittery and awake for some reason
Shutting up, now
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