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I sat down here,
In front of a beautiful lake,
With paper and pencil in hand,
And no idea what to write.
I put on my favorite music,
And looked out at the lake.
Waves rolling peacefully, hair blowing gently,
And no idea what to write.
I wanted to write about us.
About you and I,
And how perfect we are together.
But I had no idea how to start.
Maybe it’s because my world is too confusing.
Maybe the reason is that our world has been rattled.
Shattered, then beaten down again;
Both of us angels now lay on the ground.
I wished I were still with you,
And I worried, praying you’re still alright.
I found myself grieving over what happened,
And I found myself in pain.
Staring out at the water, I was hoping you were still okay.
And I was imagining you calling once again.
Sobbing and crying hysterically,
Finding your comfort by repeating my name.
Finding a comfort in my arms,
And in imagining my smile.
I wanted to be there to dry your tears;
Be there to ease your pain.
I realized that you are my inspiration.
You are the reason I continue to try.
To work, to live.
But here I am, with nothing to say.
I laughed and put the paper down,
Took the ear phones out,
And let the pencil fall.
My head was held by my hands.
How can this be?
I asked myself silently.
The two of us, we’re like a pair of doves.
This should be easy for me.
I wanted to ease your pain,
And be by your side for you when you cried.
Nothing I wanted more in the world
Than to hold you in my arms for eternity.
But speechless I am, finally.
It seems even Superman cannot be super all the time.
I was surprised;
Even I bleed red.
As tears strolled down my cheeks,
I reopened my eyes.
I gripped my hair, and watched them fall,
Staining the notebook paper with sorrow.
Something smeared, catching my attention,
And I lifted my head slightly.
I stared down at the paper with strange fascination,
Forcing my tears to cease momentarily.
It was ink,
Smeared on the paper by my tears.
It was the ink, which read;
Inspired.
Here I sit,
In front of a beautiful lake;
Paper and pencil are dead before me
Because I have nothing to say.
I am inspired.
I have nothing to say.
- Title: WT: Inspired
- Artist: [Gankaku]
- Description: Part of my "Writers Thoughts" lineage; poetry which I write whenever a real-life situation inspires me. This would happen to be a true story. :o
- Date: 04/18/2009
- Tags: inspired pain speechless
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Lelitoth - 04/20/2009
- "I love it, very beautiful, but it would make more sense if you kind of explained why you two were apart and why the other was in pain."
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