Chris Boskovski Poet Romanticism

Can You Help Me

The black shadows swallow the four corners of a white room.
The skeletons in the wardrobe hang by wire hangers.
The books collect dust and burn with ash.
The Desk on white, now black as death.
The notebooks filled with poetry of love, now burned and turned to dust.

The heart of a man is dead,
Due to stupidity and raised hell in his household.
He is ashamed,
and he is sorry,
but will anyone listen?
Mabye not.

Yes this man is me,
and I am lost without a trace of getting back.
Getting back to the old me, and finding the things that used to make me fell happy.
I am lost,
Can I be found?
That is my question to you.
Can you help me, find myself.

Like a lost puppy,
Looking for a brand new home
crying, and hungry.
I am lost... I am lost...
I cannot find myself and I cannot be own person.
Please help me find myself.

But promise me something.
Once you find me,
don't leave me and hold me closer and closer
until I find myself and show love once again.

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Robin Davis September 20, 2013 at 6:44 PM this is full of every emotion you heart can feel. the reader is able to understand what the writer is going through. nice job Chris Boskovski September 20, 2013 at 6:53 PM Thank you Robin for reading my poem and understanding my pain! Feel free to read more and tell me what you think! :)

Red Fiery August 9, 2013 at 2:41 AM It reflects emotions that cannot surpass time...we live in this world but crave for love which is always unreachable. You have done wonders here. I can see myself clearly. Thanx for posting this . Chris Boskovski August 9, 2013 at 7:10 PM Thank you so much Red Fiery for reading this poem that I wrote at my darkest moment in time. Thank you also for understanding and relating with me through this simple poem I wrote.

Charmaine Chircop August 9, 2013 at 12:48 AM This poem explains the tristhy days of dark so well.We can be found by others who make us feel worst or better but the best way to solve our hollowness is to have the courage and pick the empty pieces.within our very being.Fix them like a jigsaw puzzzle.See where we went wrong..Learn from what didn t go well..Find ourselves again and start over cause life can be beautiful..The key to serenity lies in our hand..Very emotive poem evoking sinciere emotions-Charma Chris Boskovski August 9, 2013 at 7:12 PM Hey Charma!!! Nice to hear from you again! I am glad you liked my poem and I'm glad and happy to hear that you enjoyed it. and thank you for the words of wisdom in your comment. This poem was written during a dark moment in my life, so thank you for understanding. Thank you once again for reading and commenting Charma! Love your friend and fan Chris Boskovski :)