Tonight,
I think of you.
I write things that I cannot say.
I think of things that I cannot talk about.
I know tomorrow will come in a few short hours.
But that knowledge does not help this night pass any faster.
I smile to let the world know that I'm okay.
But inside, I am struggling.
These are things I cannot tell you.
These are things you will never know.
But if I had a diary,
I would have filled volumes by now.
Bottled up
it stays.
Until one day
it all blows up.
Tomorrow will be a new day.
But tonight- tonight will never end.
For some reason this one made me tear up. How can we not all relate to having such feelings as some point(s) in our lives?
ReplyDeleteAlthough my intentions were not to make anyone cry, I am happy to be able to write something that you can identify with. As always, thanks for your comment. I enjoy feedback.
ReplyDeleteWow. I have to say you have a tremendous talent for capturing the essence of emotions in words - a feat that is by no means easy. Language, as wonderful as it is, can be so limiting. Taking such lofty ideas and powerful feelings that exist in our mind and soul and compress them into characters, syllables, words and sentences often feels to me as though I've lost part of the truer impact of what I was thinking/meant to convey.
ReplyDeleteThis poem also successfully captures a feeling I've felt before in my life, perhaps more than I'd like to admit.
Keep it up! Your writing is truly inspiring and though-provoking.
Thank you for your comment and your words of encouragement. It is always welcomed, and much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteWith poems such as these, I sit down with pure emotions and no real thought about where it will go, and it kind of just forms itself. That is why I love poetry, it gives me the freedom to express my thoughts in a way that is not to revelatory, which ensures my privacy but at the same time gives the reader some idea of what I am thinking and feeling. And I also like how well people can relate to what I write.
As always, thanks for reading.