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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.

Date: 5/30/2017 3:08:00 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
Date: 5/31/2017 8:51:00 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.
Date: 5/30/2017 3:10:00 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

Date: 5/30/2017 12:04:00 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
Date: 5/30/2017 12:11:00 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

Date: 5/30/2017 10:30:00 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
Date: 5/30/2017 10:57:00 AM

I think you are right my friend. Thank you so very much Jo.

Maria Williams

Date: 5/30/2017 2:04:00 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
Date: 5/30/2017 8:28:00 AM

Thanks so very much Maria. You are right and sometimes it hurts badly but sometimes it hurts so good. :)

Darren White

Date: 5/29/2017 11:40:00 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
Date: 5/30/2017 8:27:00 AM

Thanks so very much Darren. I guess I did a good job expressing those feelings.

Sara Ella

Date: 5/29/2017 10:32:00 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
Date: 5/30/2017 8:26:00 AM

Thank you so very much Sara. It really is just a sad poem. :) I am happy you liked it

White Wolf

Date: 5/29/2017 9:01:00 PM

Anyone who puts you in a queue Chris is not worth your time anyway my friend! I feel for you bro!

Chris Green
Date: 5/30/2017 8:25:00 AM

Thanks so much Rick. Yep, I know but try telling the heart that. The damn thing never listens to me. :)

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 5/29/2017 6:46:00 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
Date: 5/30/2017 8:25:00 AM

Thanks so much my sweet friend. Maybe you are right about that. I like your comment a lot.

Dale Gregory Cozart

Date: 5/29/2017 4:44:00 PM

I understand completely.

Chris Green
Date: 5/29/2017 5:11:00 PM

Sorry to hear that, it doesn't feel good. Thanks for stopping by Dale.

Akkina Downing

Date: 5/29/2017 4:18:00 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
Date: 5/29/2017 5:11:00 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.

Date: 5/29/2017 4:06:00 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
Date: 5/29/2017 5:10:00 PM

Thank you Alexis, you are always so kind to me. I appreciate you my friend.

Heidi Sands

Date: 5/29/2017 3:59:00 PM

Very sad Chris. Everyone is special in their own way. Never are you not special.

Chris Green
Date: 5/29/2017 4:50:00 PM

Thank you so much Heidi, that means so much to me.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/29/2017 3:40:00 PM

Quite an emotional write!

Chris Green
Date: 5/29/2017 4:49:00 PM

Thanks Kim. I appreciate your visit.