A Poetic Rhapsody

August 24, 2013

Do take my writing as my unsaid goodbye,

Ignore the salty tears I'll cry.

With a pen, my heart will speak,

The words I fear my heart too weak.

Memories I've saved and words of fellows,

This paper will hear my only bellows.

So until the day this pen does die,

You never will hear my loud heart's sigh.

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.