Scorned

This is the first full poem I've been able to write in a long time. It has nothing to do with my current feelings.


Weary months, longer years,
Days I filled with silent tears -
What mean they now? And, really, why
For you did I ever cry?

Wasted time, added fears,
Spare me your crocodile tears!
I'm yours no more; don't even try
To tell me that clichéd lie.

Searing pain - heartache's spears -
Leaks its way through burning tears.
I'll never hear your last goodbye
As I lay me down to die.

~:~

© 2009 by Amanda Savino

Nagging Question:

How do you cope when, behind the daily masquerade, you're only empty inside?

I'm empty...

Wow, it's been a while...

Sometimes when life gets a hold of you, it doesn't let go. That 's how I feel right now. I'm really busy and tired all the time. Things aren't going the way they should, and I think I'm going crazy. I'm a mess. =(

Well, I started the new year with a bountiful supply of hope, and its' dwindling pretty fast right now. I've just been so empty lately; it's immensly frustrating.

I haven't been able to write a poem in weeks. However, I've made up for that with all the totally sudden, unexpected, and wonderful inspiration for my fictional story that is currently under the works. For a draft, I have a good beginning so far and I've been writing many of the dramatic middle pieces. This is the only feat I have accomplished so far.

This new year isn't working for me. Right now, I can't rant, rave, post poems, or the like, even though I'm dying to. I've got to find myself again.