Dave the Virginia Traveler's blog: "My Poetry"

There is nothing more disheartening
than to be a stranger in one's own house,

Talking to people

Talking to walls,

Waiting for someone

Waiting for calls.

Wishing for someone

to listen to words,

Waiting and longing

only to be heard.

Not that everything

needs a reply,

Just wishing that someone

would give it a try.


Two different people

trying to blend into one,

But only by one

will it ever be done.

Differences of opinion

differences of view,

Constantly compromising

is what I always seem to do.

Living with one

but wishing for more,

The fussing, the fighting

one walks away sore.

Sitting in the house

Sitting at home,

Like a caged up tiger

I need space to roam.

Pent up rage

pent up anger,

Not really sure

what is the real danger.

Confused and depressed

desensitized I feel,

Doesn't seem to matter to anyone

But to me its a great deal.

I did it to myself,

I fostered this way of life

I have to make changes now

Or continue with this strife.