So many yards away...

So many yards away…

You may think that it’s just life but for me its not.
Every day I wonder why I get up in the morning.
It’s like every force in the universe works against me.
People around me say that their life isn’t fare, on the outside I agree but on the inside I’m screaming at the top of my lungs!
I don’t know how much more I can take. Words wither me and emotions hinder me. Every moment of every day I’m screaming inside… but still I remain here. She keeps me here and she doesn’t even know. Before, every time I looked out down upon a ledge I tried to convince myself not to jump. Before, every time I was alone I had to convince myself not to run for my life. I had to convince myself that things would get better. Now only yards away she sits, oblivious to her mighty deeds in my life. I love her but how can she ever know. How can ever let her in to see who I really am, or maybe in her case “what” I really am. I am every thing she doesn’t won’t but she doesn’t know; at least not yet. If I can not have her then life is not worth living. But she, the one who unknowingly saved it, shouldn’t it belong to her. If she only knew all of the darkness around me and the sins it has caused me to do. If she only knew all of my flaws, would she still sit those many yards away? If she only knew, would I ever see her again? If she only knew, would I be back to where I was before?
I can not erase what I’ve done and seen, so many sights that I wish I could forget. The only question is why. Why is my life the way it is and why won’t it change. Why does she keep me here if I can not have her? Why does she sit so many yards away? With unanswered questions I stay in this world, hopping that some day she will find me and take me out of this hell bestowed unto me.

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Rigel
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How can I put this?

There are other fish in the sea of blood and tears.

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Leja
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Leja wrote a review · Tue Sep 25, 2007 12:16 am

This seems more of a rant than a well-thought out expression of emotion. While poetic prose and prosaic poetry exists, the block of text in rigid sentence structure puts me off to thinking of this as poetry. My advice is to sort through what you're feeling, pick the strongest emotion, and see how you can channel that one feeling into something to be told with the fewest words for the most impact possible. I'd love to read it if you choose to revise!

PM me if you have any questions,
-Amelia



Defeat has its lessons as well as victory.
— Pat Buchanan