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Empty in crowded rooms

September 21, 2021
By Anonymous

Alone in every crowded room, I wonder, is there a way to set the fire to the rain? But little did I know that it was too late to heal the pain. Don't you remember our long calls? Don't you remember our funny times? I just can't imagine how time flies... A wandering glance sparks youth and awakes those hibernating butterflies. Butterflies that give me this sweet numb feeling whenever we're together- a numbness that meditates, that purifies. You don't know how it hurts, to be in the same room but show no signs. My heartbeats slowed instead of racing, my breaths shortened instead of pacing. Now I know I'm terrible at facing nightmares. The ones which were once nonetheless just no-cares. I'm trapped in a fire's scorching flares, but little did I know you will never be there. You once said I betrayed you, but never bothered to unwind the secret. My blood is now anguish with bitter regret. Sometimes you're guilty as well, don't you think? Or is it only me who spills all the ink? "Am I being played, am I a game to you?", you'd bravely say. Well listen my love, I gave up my soul and now it's devoured to die. I'm here, I always am, but now really fed up of my worthless tries. Carved on the walls of my heart, letting go isn't a choice. My weak words unspoken, there's nothing prominent but your mischievous voice. My veins are giving up, strangled by the torturing belief. Now I have nothing left but to melancholy grief. I can not face it no matter what. Every gate in my way is tightly shut. No keys, no locks. No hope no knocks. "Love is an open door", I know. But you always reap what you sow. Drop by drop, my tears are frozen. I fear to say the virtuous was never chosen. My breath floats lifeless, dead. Huh, "never let go", you deeply said. And that's how I abruptly fell. Tell me the words, throw your spell. And again I lie here wondering, why am I always empty in every crowded room?

I'm the victim of doom. I'm the protagonist of gloom .


The author's comments:

Thoughtful in crowds of familiar faces but very different traces 


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on Apr. 15 at 12:48 am
Rana-Hatem PLATINUM, Cairo, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots
~Rumi

@Kingpoet2806 thank you lots :)

on Apr. 10 at 9:17 pm
Kingpoet2806 GOLD, Collierville, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
Her heart was an open book with beautiful pages and detailed lettering. She wanted people to read her story in hopes that it would make them write their own. Instead, every person who came across the pages of her heart ripped out their favorite story and took it with them. They folded back pages and bent up corners. They signed their name with sloppy writing and with a simple 'goodbye'. This book is now tucked away in the darkest parts of her, because no one wants to read a tragic story with a bad ending.

wow. this is so good. I can relate <3 write on!

on Apr. 10 at 9:17 pm
Kingpoet2806 GOLD, Collierville, Tennessee
15 articles 0 photos 35 comments

Favorite Quote:
Her heart was an open book with beautiful pages and detailed lettering. She wanted people to read her story in hopes that it would make them write their own. Instead, every person who came across the pages of her heart ripped out their favorite story and took it with them. They folded back pages and bent up corners. They signed their name with sloppy writing and with a simple 'goodbye'. This book is now tucked away in the darkest parts of her, because no one wants to read a tragic story with a bad ending.

wow. this is so good. I can relate <3 write on!

on Oct. 3 2021 at 11:12 am
Rana-Hatem PLATINUM, Cairo, Other
27 articles 13 photos 36 comments

Favorite Quote:
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots
~Rumi

Thank you for the advise. Will do that next time :)

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Oct. 1 2021 at 10:12 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Let the disappointments pass
Let the laughter fill your glass
Let your illusions last until they shatter.
Whatever you might hope to find
Among the thoughts that crowd your mind
There won't be many that ever really matter.
But take good care of your mother
And remember to be kind
When the pain of another will serve you to remind."
--Jackson Browne

This is a poem, this is a great poem, it should be in lines! But you choose.