Your thought when driving kickit.....I sing along to music like Abba......shows how shallow I am.....great poem, but scary too....niah

Hi Kickit, I have to say the poem does a good job, of pulling you in, which we poets, and authors hope to do, to share what we write and though a painful subject- it's one that unfortunately we need to talk about, especially if we are the ones feeling this way. So please know, that those left behind, often spend the rest of their life blaming themselves, and all in all there are better ways to be heard. Sometimes just sharing, or venting helps us feel validated, n we all want to matter, n often we just sadly don't know the wreckage left behind ! I cannot say more here, but in my day job, I know first-hand. So if you, or someone very close to you feels that way- know that there are many who care ! I do ! Talk to a pro, but do talk as you did in this poem. Talk to us all, this forum is family- at least that is how I have always felt. Remember no storm last forever, the sun will shine again. Talk to us !
Blessings Beaucoup, aware3

Kickit...true words my man. Material as..."frozen eyes in the dead of air". Beautiful !

Hi Kickit

In my opinion this is your best poem yet, you narrative is penned with great delicacy and lightness of touch. A very good write.

Regards

Bill

curled up in a corner
where the light went dark
frozen eyes in the dead of air
with a tear falling to the floor
a sniffling nose
broke silence of the night
laying on the floor
holding a knife



Excellent poem.