Emotions in a Row
By: April Terry
Loneliness,
A feeling of isolation.
Can it be,
That what should be,
One of the happiest times,
In ones life,
That they feel so utterly alone?
Happiness,
A feeling of pure joy.
Can it be,
The one feeling,
We have learned to resist,
In ones life,
From the lack there of?
Sadness
A feeling of melancholy.
Can if be,
The one feeling,
We have resided within,
For so long,
In ones life,
That we must always feel?
Feelings,
No matter what,
They are always with us.
Written on our faces,
Mark by scars,
On are skin,
And in our hearts
Questions,
Will they read the signs?
Will it be the truth?
Can one be so selfish?
Do they even care?
As they watch us die,
From our bleeding hearts?
Oblivious,
A state of mind?
Or is it a choice?
Does one choose,
To be so ignorant.
Of the pain they cause,
To those around them?
Pain,
How much must one know,
Before they can be free?
Will the hurting ever cease?
Or is this throbbing,
Eternal?
Numbness,
A feeling of lack there of,
We all must learn.
It’s the power,
To our lives,
The answer to all our sorrow.
Regret.
A feeling of sorrow,
Or to be repetitive.
But one must remember,
It was what we wanted,
At the time there of.
Emotions.
So many flowing free,
How is one to grasp.
How they really feel?
Let alone,
Get it out to others,
And not cause anymore heartache?
