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Things I Can Not Speak

As Words Just Aren't Enough

By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)Published 6 months ago 1 min read
Things I Can Not Speak
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Alone, so deeply longing, so deeply needing

Alone, so fragile with my desires

Abandoned, again, how could it be you?

Alone, with your face, little child memories

Alone, with your last words, "I need time to let it sink in"

Abandoned with those words, I am not okay

Alone.

Alone, I am with the ghost of who I thought you were

Alone, I wander carefully around love, I am leaking

Leaking from the waiting for it all to sink in

Alone, knowing it never will

Alone.

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About the Creator

ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)

~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER

Admin. Vocal Social Society

Find me: ‪@andreapolla63.bsky.social‬

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran6 months ago

    Oh noooo, you almost had all the lines starting with an A! Your poem was so poignant. Loved it!

  • The vulnerability and sadness is just so poignant here, Andrea. And the repetition of Alone does so much....it makes the sadness and feelings of neglect hit hard.

  • You have captured a profound sadness. It reminds me to be happy that I have repaired many leaks that are caused from loss. I realize that i only want time to let things sink when they nourish, and do not cause rot and destruction.

  • Caroline Craven6 months ago

    Damn Andrea. This made me cry. I am with the ghost of who I thought you were. Wow. Hope you're doing okay.

  • Caitlin Charlton6 months ago

    All the A's made my brain cells sing. The ees in those two words in the first line, delicious! Oh no, you're reaching deep inside of me to shake up my resolve to not shed a tear. Why is it that your writing here, makes me hear the sound, or the person of sadness. You've personified the sad feelings with your poem and it's masterfully done. Oh my, as I reach the last line. I too feel alone. In a good way, because that's what I think your poem wanted me to feel. This uncomfortable feeling of being discarded. Of feeling alone. Well done, I really like your poem! 🤗♥️

  • I have been there, but I am not now, very poignant

  • Sandy Gillman6 months ago

    This is so raw and honest, beautifully written.

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