Dry Poem by Arwen Undomiel

Dry



I can’t seem to remember the last time I smiled.
It all seems so distant.
What little happiness I knew dried up.
I’ve been burned by their kind too many times,
And now I am all dried up.
I see happy people walking above ground,
With places to go and people to see.
I am wasted here in my own forgotten world.
I wish I could see light at the end of this circling tunnel.
How I long to feel a loving stare or a listening ear.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
I don’t like this feeling inside me.
It twists and turns like a burning knife.
Will my swollen eyes ever be dry again?
I’m tired.
...so tired, I can no longer sleep.
The noise in my head won’t go away.
Somebody please let me sleep!
And maybe, just maybe...
I won’t live to see another day.

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