Desperation

This is a true cry for help. I wrote this on the same day as 'Problems'.
In my melancholy,
I fell deep into my despair.
The noisy building is my only relief.
It’s loud solitude, but brief.
That’s life, and no, it’s not fair.
I pray for escape and acceptance.
Still, these wants go unnoticed.
Much like the bleeding fern,
It’s burning into the fury pit that is my heart.
Yes, the bleeding heart.
Very slowly, it falls apart.
Like the ashes in this hell life.
Unloved and unwanted.
Only heckled, only taunted.
My instinct, my desperation,
All of this is inspiration.
In my melancholy,
I fell deep into my despair.

By constance scott
Published: 1/30/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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