Glen Martin Fitch


Change Of Plans - Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I had it figured out.
It just made sense.
I thought
to ease the pain
and deaden fear,
I'd simply to slink away
and disappear.
This helped a bit
whenever I felt tense.
Till you came,
each dawn I could not think why
I had to rise.
It tore up my insides.
So I took risks.
Tried subtle suicides.
If nothing happened soon,
I prayed to die.
I'd faced my failure.
Yet I couldn't cope
with my desire.
I left my dreams to laps.
Lost Faith.
Grew cold inside.
And yet, perhaps,
It only happens
when you give up hope.
Now confidence, relief
and new demands.
I'm so damn glad
you messed up all my plans.


Comments about Change Of Plans by Glen Martin Fitch

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


[Hata Bildir]