Sitting in the window
Crying at the rain
Hanging here in limbo
The glass mirroring the pane, (pain)
Wondering if the tears are mine
Or just raindrops on the sill
I’ve told myself a million times
I’m running out of time to kill
Old friends and friendly faces
Strange how they are not the same
Empty hearts and cluttered spaces
Forgetting pasts and usernames
Changing my mind and passwords
Both depending on deadlines
Screaming while not saying a word
Capital F. I. N. E., fine
I’ll get myself together
I mean, don’t you think it’s time
We’ll talk about forever
After a few more years fly by
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
This is so good smile ☺
This is a sing song type of poem that shows that you are a creative poet. Good work.
"Old friends and friendly faces Strange how they are not the same" That's sooo deep and true. Loved your poem!
Capital F. I. N. E., fine I’ll get myself together I mean, don’t you think it’s time Those three lines speak to me so much today
I'll get myself together just when it's time to fall apart. But I like your poem, Kelli.
Beautifully written.
The way you personified the inner self as a mime—silent, expressive, and always present—was just chef’s kiss 👏💭 I felt every unspoken word through the rhythm and restraint of your verses. It gave me chills! 🥶🖤