wonder
God, how i hate that sarcastic smile on their faces, like they know the whole story! Its like they were there when i was released to fire!

God how i hate when they pretend they are indifferent when they see sadness on my face and feel i am down of something, in time where if i were to count the times i captured their sadness and touched the sorrow in their eyes and felt the emptiness in their souls ... it would be countless.

 But i never crow when they grieve. 

And if i were to tell the story, it would be nothing but a matter of nonsense filling up all other things that used to make sense.  I wonder why it makes sense to them!

Comments:
There are no messages yet
lostsoul
Special Interest
Other
writing lostsoul
Bookmark and Share

You must log in to rate.
This has not been rated.

© 2014 WritingRoom.com, LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WRITING | POETRY WRITING | CREATIVE WRITING | WRITE A BOOK | WRITING CONTESTS | WRITING TIPS