None(the)Less

A poem on being sad and alone, seeking for love and compassion but the words spoken are left unheard.

In dreams, I stand, a silent scream,
A cry for help, a broken dream,
My voice is lost, a hollow sound,
Like echoes trapped, they can’t be found.

I reach for someone, just one touch,
To heal the wounds, to feel so much,
But words, they falter, trapped inside,
A desperate need I cannot hide.

So close to choosing dark despair,
When no one’s there, no one to care,
The weight of loneliness I bear,
A burden too much, too hard to share.

A shadow’s whisper, “You’re not enough,”
And in its grip, the world feels rough,
I crave the warmth of love’s embrace,
Yet find no solace, no safe place.

But still I dream, I try to scream,
To find a way, to make it seem
That I am worthy, I am real,
That love is something I can feel.

But silence answers, cold and clear,
As if no one can truly hear.
And in that quiet, I fall apart,
Still searching for someone to start
To mend the broken, healing art.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

There's a lot of pain in these words. Reading them I'm reminded of my own struggles with significance and worthiness. Quite a bit of my own poetry speaks to those prevalent issues I battle with every day. Writing is cathartic but also allows you to find your expressive voice. To.be brave and share a part of yourself with the world. Keep on writing and finding your peace. CLE