Category: poetry challange


My Cry

(pulled from my past)

Each night I close my eyes

the tears start to fall

I whisper to myself

I wish I had it all.

I wish I had someone

to call my own,

But the tears have only shown..

 

I am all alone.

 

I cry out night and day

asking someone to look my way.

But only in my dreams

do I find any means

to this crazy call I cry.

Sometimes i wish I could die.

 

Please

Someone.

hear my cry!

 

 

The Mess

My house is filty

and I’m so tired

I close my eyes to the mess.

 

My floors are dirty

my palms are sweaty

Dust is leading the march.

 

I stare down my home

It quivers in fright

I shake my fist and yell

You’ll get clean if it takes all night!

My home is filty

and I’m so tired

I close my eyes to the mess

until next time….

 

(posted for Cloaked Monks March 19 Challenge: This is “National Clean Your Closet Week.”)