Lost it...

I am actually kinda pissed, I wrote a poem venting amd MMy internet crashed so I lost it. Anyway this is how I felt after/ I was in a bad mood anyway, now I am... well...

I already wrote a poem.

I lost it.

it is gone

Now all I am left with

is empty words

of an empty soul

I have nothing left to give

I am gone

Broken.

Let me go.

I have lost myself.

I am nothing

but worthless ash

in this God forsaken Heaven. 

Author's Note

I couldn't care.
I am that unhappy.
Say what you will.

Reviews

[Sarah Conder]

This happens to me quite often. I am halfway through a poem and then I am called away or interrupted and then I lose my train of thought. Urgh.

[John Holmes]

The worst thing is I wrote it to vent (not feeling so good), clicked publish and my internet died.... absolutely pissed! Thanks for the friend request btw, have been quite on here lately so it came as a nice surprise. xx

[Sarah Conder]

You're welcome, I have only joined today so I have been looking for some nice people to befriend :)

[John Holmes]

awwwww Thank you! well please feel free to review some more of my work, or just read it! Can i recommend Pied Piper? I will start reviewing your work tomorrow, when I am in a better state of mind. feel free to message me Sarah :) xx

[Sarah Conder]

Thank you! I will read through some more of your work tomorrow as I am off for tonight, toodles m'dear! :)

[h d e rushin]

"train of thought" sarah is too much like a train.......it blows it's whistle to let you know it's coming.
i like your poetic structure when you break free of hackneyed tradition.(colossus) i thought
about that poem all afternoon......dana