I Wanted

I wanted to write a letter but my blood clotted too quickly
Instead I have a page spotted red with no message
I wanted to shout words at the sky but the frost took my voice
Instead I shrieked at the moon with no reply
I wanted to drink the bottle dry but it crashed to the floor
Instead the roaches stole my consolation
I wanted to be somebody but my life passed too quickly
Instead I sit here alone at night

©2004 Hey Hey

Others sleep
Watch and weep
Secrets keep

Dark and deep



This is a "sadder but wiser" poem, my dear friend, dark and deep.

I get it.

Omg Hey Hey! Amazing write!!

Please Keep writing :D:D

Nikita

Okay, I have a question, um...

Are you saying you were you planning to write a letter in your own blood?

(If that's what it takes to be a dedicated poet,
I'm going back to limericks.)

Just kidding.

Whoever you may be or not,
in your thoughts and words,
you still show us who we are
and who we could become.

S.