For I have never seen an emotion
Put someone in a hospital bed.
Who has ever seen a patient,
That has been punched by happiness
Or kicked by jealousy?
Then surely love,
Cannot stab you in the back?
What does it mean to have a stolen heart,
Yet to still be alive and well?
If a pair of lungs were a victim of theft
Then would you not die?
Then what do they mean
When they say he is a thief?
For he has never stolen
Anything of value from me.
What do they mean when they say I am blind?
Can I not see my surroundings
Or view my peers?
I see with clarity
I need no stick
To tap about my feet,
To find my way through life
I need no carer to guide my path.
And what does it mean when they say he is gone?
That he will not come back for me
That I am just some phase?
Well I know better.
So I shall wait for him
At the top of the road
Until he returns with his sweet embrace.
I shall wait…
I was feeling bad because I haven't written on here in a while so I decided to post this poem.
I'm not too sure about it yet and I think the title needs changing.
But anywho any comments would be much appreciated and please tell me whether you think the title suits the poem or not!
Thanks,
Happy-go-lucky
