Short sad poems
Possibility pair, of ox
- by David Mchugh 59
I wake up,I never sleep
I fill my lungs,
I never breathe
I move my lips,
I never speak
Broken pipes that never leak
I open eyes,
I cannot see
I spire thoughts
I cannot teach
I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen
Tortured souls that cannot glisten
How could i be so lonely
- by Cath Glasgow 58
How could I be so lost,In a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken,
In a family so together?
How could I be so lonely,
Surrounded by so many?
How could I be so unhappy,
Surrounded by so much beauty?
How could I be me,
When even I remain a mystery?