Missing Stones (Poem), by YourEyesMyWords Subscribe to rss feed for YourEyesMyWords

Walking upon,
some missing stones.
All crooked and broken.
Chipped sides,
and degrading bit by bit.

By the pond,
you find me skipping.
I throw in pebbles,
i close me eyes and hear them skip.
My heart pounds,
i can't breathe.

For once,
I am satisfied...

But then,
as i had found out,
some stones were missing,
i clutched onto my heart,
and watched the world tear apart.

I 
 Did 
    Not 
       Exist...

I cried my life away,
i was at least lucky if i even could.
Most of the time,
I stood,
emotionless.
No anger,
no sadness,
no happiness or anything.

And as i look at the wall,
i saw my life pass by.
Sleepless nights,
an hour sleep if lucky.
I haven't eaten for days,
no wonder i almost collapsed in the cafeteria.

I
 Am
   A
    Mess...

I was failing two of my best classes,
i just couldn't focus.
Life didn't matter anymore,
no guys,
no friends,
no life...but my own.

Missing stones,
can't break my bones,
But instead will kill me,
emotionally.

I died that day,
I could not feel.
I had no heart,
it was made of steel.

I never did exist,
and i never will.
I want to though,
but i can't.

That is why i did that to myself.
As punishment for existing.
I should have never lost those stones,
i should have never got them in the first place.

And as i look into the water,
i see a beautiful, bright glow.
I put my hand in,
and lifted up
out of the water,
a magnificent stone.
I want to cry,
of the magnificent perfection it holds.

Yet i throw it back into the water.
Never will i deserve this stone,
i don't exist-Remember?

Lost
    With
        Missing
               Stones...
Posted: 2011-03-01 20:17:55 UTC

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