Pain
driving my bus
head full of darkness
i cannot escape the Plague
of words Afflicting my mind
all I can do is drive
while my soul is Needled
by acrimonious doubt
and crushed
by bitter self-recrimination
would the world even miss me
if i was gone
or would it turn on
uncaring, unremembering
unfeeling
I wrote this poem on May 24th, 2014.Β I had a bad day between work and getting rejection letters. I was tired and stressed and my nine hour shift just became an eleven hours. I was tired of driving my shuttle and I just pulled over and wrote this poem on the side of the road in a few minutes, pouring all my negative emotions out and when I was done, I felt so much better.
Deep, heartfelt piece.
I came across this whilst surfing Twitter tags.
Glad I did. Beautiful work!
Thanks. It took me a few months to work up the courage to post it.
Pain is a process in assessing needed affirmation of self worth. Bravo!
Thanks, Sumur.
Although I’m sorry you felt this, I’m glad that I saw it. Thanks for sharing. I’ve actually had a pretty crappy week. So, maybe I need to write something therapeutic. Glad it helped you to get back on track.
It’s a work in process. Last week was kinda bad and I have another poem I wrote a month ago I’ll post one day.
Nice job! I think we’ve all had days like this, and it definately helps to get it out.
Thanks!
Love this
Thanks!
James, So glad you pulled over that day and wrote this poem. Sometimes getting it out in journal or on a piece of paper can make all the difference.
Life can be so hard. But it can also be Amazing! I hope you never feel alone. Because you’re not!
Beautiful words can only come from a beautiful heart.. π
Thanks, Annie! Those are some lovely words!
Yes! You would be missed. Who then would write the next beautiful poem that should have come from your soul?
Thank you for those lovely words! π I hope you have a wonderful day1
I was right. You DO have a poets eye. Very moving. Glad I ferreted it out. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Valerie! π
Good! Writing is a good release.
Thanks, B.J.
I’m not a poetry lover but that spoke to me. Were you ever in a lot of pain. I’m glad you finally shared it. And I hope your days like that are few and far between.
They definitely are, Julia.
It is lovely. I hope you are feeling more positive. The world would definitely miss you!
Oh, yes, much more positive. That was 3 years ago. π