After telling a few people that I didn't write poetry, it actually inspired me to write some. Please bear in mind it is definately in the first stages of editing and is extremely rough around the edges.
Despite this, I hope you enjoy this poem, it is about me (mostly) and some trouble's that I've been having recently.
I’m standing.
Standing with one foot against the crumbling wall,
But still the tears pour,
For I have not saved myself at all.
I should have trusted myself,
Trusted myself and my own feeling.
But I let my emotions get carried away,
But still I’m determined to carry on healing.
Maybe if I didn’t keep changing my mind
And passing messages through other friends,
The sick feeling in my stomach would have gone away.
Giving my heart the good time to mend.
Some things in life just come with a price tag,
In fact, most of them do, I’m almost sure.
I suppose this thing in life I have payed for before.
And I’m acting the toddler, hardly mature.
The mistake has been made, the friends have been lost
And the choice of heads, tails and the coin being tossed.
But maybe one day I will look back and smile
Everything had been alright for the while.
But that doesn’t stop me from getting this feeling
Of hope, trust and wisdom
And that I’m still healing.
And through all those times we always have a choice
Next time I should listen the little voice,
That’s telling me the difference between right and the wrong.
And to jump off the plank that I’m walking along.
Ugh, the more I read it, the less and less sense it makes. I definitely need to rewrite this, and write some others to brush up on my skills, then maybe some of my work will actually look like it's been written by someone sane, rather than a 'very confused novelist, who should have listened harder when learning poetry at school'
