Submit a Poem
Get Your Premium Membership
spacer
Pinterest button
Comments Inbox

 

Not really a poem at all

No one noticed as the blackness consumed me;
No one noticed when I cried;
No one noticed anything at all.
Until I died.

Please Login to post a comment
 
  1. Date: 7/27/2010 2:28:00 PM

    Welcome to Poetry Soup... enjoyed your creative write though u may think its not a poem..if its posted ...its considered a poem.. and we have enjoyed it... with luv..

  1. Date: 7/27/2010 12:18:00 PM

    Wow Jess feww words with a lot of meaning. This is a cool poem. More please, and by the way, Wlecome to the soup

  1. Date: 7/27/2010 5:36:00 AM

    I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Jess. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 7/27/2010 3:06:00 AM

    wow, such a powerful piece in just a few words. That feeling must be horrible. People do become consumed by their own busy-ness. Great thing about this world is when you give something away, it comes back. You can't control how they react (if they notice). You can control if the blackness consumes you. A friend told me - set yourself on fire, people will come from everywhere to watch you burn. Not literally of course, get passionate about something and people will notice. Kevin wordsdomatter

  1. Date: 7/27/2010 1:49:00 AM

    Unfortunately, people don't usually notice such things until it is too late. We keep things bottle up too tightly. That's why it is important to commuinicate. Good poem.