Lea O'Brien Poet Rhyme

Extract of Unhappiness

I have emptyness inside my bristling bones
Filled with sorrow, away, alone
I'm in between the lines of a blank paper
separate from the others, like a skyscraper
Does anyone lend out a hand? 
Does anyone understand?
Only one but he has reasons
to be gone at certain seasons
Will I ever find another friend?
Will I survive till the end?
I grow weiry of these feelings
I am tired, unexpired
Tick tock tick goes the clock
I await for him to step in the door
Then these feelings go away
But not forever,
They'll be back someday......

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Andrea Dietrich January 16, 2010 at 4:08 PM Yes,you really express your unhappiness here. Good writing and a fitting title. I hope you can one day write of happy things too! Luv, andrea

Derrick Burton January 14, 2010 at 10:40 PM A beautiful piece of poetry and it read like a mini story. Enjoy your night. :)

Carol Sunshine Brown January 13, 2010 at 4:42 AM Thank you for sharing your feelings through your poetry with us today Lea. Please keep writing and sharing with us. Love, Carol

Teresa Burkes January 12, 2010 at 8:41 PM Hi, Lea...this is cool because I can acutally understand what you're talking about. Question: can you actually respond to someone's comment of your poems, if so, how? I'm still trying to figure this site out. ... you asked about illness I may have, and I wanted to respond.

Solomon Storm January 12, 2010 at 2:05 PM gloomy,are you an old and weakened wife of a deer hunter? i'd like to lift your spirits, but your husband may come home with a shotgun. read the funnies, or watch reruns of Frazier, or other non-objectionable sitcoms, ma'am! it sounds as if you have love when he's there, so you just need an enjoyable distraction y'know what i hate? i never know when i read a poem, if the writer is expressing a need for advice, or crafting a fictional poem, setting a mood, or what. sometimes i pontificate