It begins
quietly...
a distant rumble
like an approaching thunderstorm
far away
yet drawing nearer.
It becomes
louder....
with rampant intensity
a staccato rhythm that increases
with each indrawn breath.
Hear it?
Hear the pounding
that drowns out all other sounds
that blocks out all other senses
The sound
The pounding
Is the aching
of my breaking heart.
She sits, she looks, she watches, she waits.
For the hand extended in friendship
For the gentle smile of encouragement
For the soft word of acceptance.
She knows, deep down, that these will never come.
After all these years, what has changed?
Deep down she is still the same
and THEY haven't changed.
She will never fit
She will never be like them
She knows.
She has always known.
But yet, she still hopes.
And that is what hurts the most.
COMMENTS
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Oceanne
01:52 Sep 07 2008
Very nice.
BLOODLIFE
09:12 Sep 07 2008
WOW
markus666
21:55 Sep 18 2008
Beautiful and Unique. what I got for the above...is that the cure for the sadness of the heart...is a tylenol pill.
HunterAja
23:15 Sep 18 2008
Well said
demonlovesyou
03:22 Oct 19 2008
lovely rhyme...
i loved this poem of sad pounding like the lightening on the heart...
Bloodmother
02:16 Jan 13 2009
I love it. You should submit it to a journal.
Deathwalker253
23:45 Feb 10 2009
this is my favorite so far, I can see how your writing has progressed and how you've gotten better at it. Keep it up, I really enjoy it, I agree with BM, you should submit this to a journal.
Theban
16:38 Dec 08 2009
I thought OMG she is going to fart...'a distant rumble'.
Really nice!