Chris Green Poet Free verse

Vying, Not Prying, But Then Crying

Vying, not prying, but then crying

What I thought would be a promising day
fell from the sky with a thud when I arrived
Early on it was fine, but suddenly it appeared,
a reminder from where I was no longer
and why I shouldn’t have left that damn door open

Only a fool keeps those ties in place
when it never changes, it’s always there
like a scar that was so deep the skin will not forget
no longer hurting but the pain returns in lingering fears
that who you thought you were was wrong

Hoping to be the first, I found that once again
the number I had drawn put me at the back of line
So by the time I got to you I was nothing, no one special
just another of the bunch vying, not prying, but then crying,
so what else is new

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Freddie Robinson Jr. May 30, 2017 at 3:08 PM A sad, yet honest self-examination of one's forlorn love life, Chris. I love the shrink couch analysis. Very deep and probing, it makes me wanna sigh, maybe even cry, but definitely pry, get to the reasons as to why. Great poem, my friend. Love always. Chris Green May 31, 2017 at 8:51 AM And that is the case here...just a poem, not a state of mind. Thanks so much Freddie, I appreciate all of your support my friend. Freddie Robinson Jr. May 30, 2017 at 3:10 PM Btw ... I know a lot of poems people write are not personally about their state of being. This is a poet's creative prerogative to write on any subject he/she so desire. I feel you on a issue. Love and peace.

Lenna Walker May 30, 2017 at 12:04 PM Although sadness is in here, a bit of anger, perhaps bitterness, also shows. Sometimes we must shut a door for good or it will continue to haunt us .... hoping only to have those hopes dashed to floor and explode like glass in our heart. Well expressed. Chris Green May 30, 2017 at 12:11 PM You're probably wondering by now, what is up with him? I just decided to post a few sad ones yesterday....just poems my friend, not a state of mind. :) Thanks so much Lenna.

Joanna Daniel May 30, 2017 at 10:30 AM There is a profound sadness in this beauty, Chris:( I think, life is a circle, if you get joys, there are always sorrows behind, well written:) Chris Green May 30, 2017 at 10:57 AM I think you are right my friend. Thank you so very much Jo.

Maria Williams May 30, 2017 at 2:04 AM Love hurts as they say. Sometimes one has to get pricked from the thorns on the stems of a rose, before experiencing the true bloom. Brilliant poem as always dear friend..... Maria Chris Green May 30, 2017 at 8:28 AM Thanks so very much Maria. You are right and sometimes it hurts badly but sometimes it hurts so good. :)

Darren White May 29, 2017 at 11:40 PM This is so well written. It has an angry tone to it, defeated the same time, and your choice of words reflects that perfectly. Stay strong my friend, sleep well and I see you tomorrow. Chris Green May 30, 2017 at 8:27 AM Thanks so very much Darren. I guess I did a good job expressing those feelings.

Sara Ella May 29, 2017 at 10:32 PM As others have already said, this is a sad one my friend. Well penned. My thought is that you deserve so much more <3 Chris Green May 30, 2017 at 8:26 AM Thank you so very much Sara. It really is just a sad poem. :) I am happy you liked it

White Wolf May 29, 2017 at 9:01 PM Anyone who puts you in a queue Chris is not worth your time anyway my friend! I feel for you bro! Chris Green May 30, 2017 at 8:25 AM Thanks so much Rick. Yep, I know but try telling the heart that. The damn thing never listens to me. :)

Charmaine Chircop May 29, 2017 at 6:46 PM Some people just prefer the old to new...they just prefer those at the back of the line..than those always showy at the front...They prefer pearls to gold...And maybe that is what such people who feel this way about themselves are-Pearls in Shells waiting to be found and their luster to be polished with love.Awesome sad poem...Feeling so real. Chris Green May 30, 2017 at 8:25 AM Thanks so much my sweet friend. Maybe you are right about that. I like your comment a lot.

Dale Gregory Cozart May 29, 2017 at 4:44 PM I understand completely. Chris Green May 29, 2017 at 5:11 PM Sorry to hear that, it doesn't feel good. Thanks for stopping by Dale.

Akkina Downing May 29, 2017 at 4:18 PM Love hurts, but just because one doesn't appreciate it doesn't mean we about to quit love. In fact it's their lost to deny or turn it down. And it gives us another chance to love more. At least that's how I look at it :) A sad write, my friend, but a true expressed of reality life that some of us have experienced. Chris Green May 29, 2017 at 5:11 PM That sounds like a good way to look at it to me...I need to refocus a little. :) Thank you Kina, so very much

Alexis Y. May 29, 2017 at 4:06 PM Hi Chris, You have penned another sad and dark write.I found it to be a well written piece that's full of emotion. Good imagery as well. I agree with Heidi, we all are special in our on way. So that makes you special too my friend- Alexis Chris Green May 29, 2017 at 5:10 PM Thank you Alexis, you are always so kind to me. I appreciate you my friend.

Heidi Sands May 29, 2017 at 3:59 PM Very sad Chris. Everyone is special in their own way. Never are you not special. Chris Green May 29, 2017 at 4:50 PM Thank you so much Heidi, that means so much to me.

Kim Rodrigues May 29, 2017 at 3:40 PM Quite an emotional write! Chris Green May 29, 2017 at 4:49 PM Thanks Kim. I appreciate your visit.