Where Do I Turn?

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  • Reliance
    • MLynna
    • is unsure if the poetry I've written lately is too angsty/private/poorly written to post or not. Hmmmm.

    Where Do I Turn?

     Who do I turn to now that I'm here in this place?
    Who do I run towards with tears on my face?
    I ask because I need someone to think my thoughts for me,
    I need someone to tell me what I should do, who I should be.
    Tears and hopes drip onto the table,
    I held on as long as I was able.
    Now all my anger falls into your lap,
    Because I can't stay caught in this trap.
    Falling, falling, I'm falling apart.
    Breaking, breaking, you're breaking my heart,
    I thought I could depend on you,
    And it's not even something you
    Could have done anything about,
    Now I need to scream and shout
    That all my supports are falling away,
    Can I make it through this day?
    I just need someone to rely on,
    Someone I can lean on,
    But I can't go to you like this, no,
    First I have to let the pain go.
    Who do I turn to when you're the reason I hurt?
    Who do I run towards with tears on my shirt?

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    jscottkemp commented on Where Do I Turn?

    02-26-2010

    Joy is eternal. That is the key to the answer that the poem asks. Maybe you need to write a second stanza? Or an answer poem?
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    MLynna

    03/03/2010

    This was one of those times when writing lets me get all my angst out and then I feel better and go do something else. I grasped my faith with both hands when it tried to wriggle away from me, and this was the result. The result of the result was going on to having a better day, and I stopped having the urge to 'rhyme it out'. I might add to it if I try to get it published.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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