Leftover echoes
Leftover echoes
Every time I meet someone and
I start to think that they may be
the one I am looking for which really
only means somebody who will love
me the way I love them I fall failing
miserably flat on my face causing me
to pull away from ever finding who
and what I need slowly erasing myself
from the human race until I disappear
without trace living in hills hiding from
anyone and everyone for when I do
try I am always finding only leftover
echoes of what and who I am looking
for, only just very small remnants of
old forgotten memories trying desperately
hard to hold on to the emotions and
feelings from the past back in a time
when we can remember being the
happiest we have ever been in our
lives those remarkable moments that
made us smile and laugh that felt like
it would last forever, until today when
all of the laughter has been replaced
with so many tears that it felt like
falling rain as the feeling of happiness
and bliss is only reserved for all
the other people, since sadness is
where I now live and the sun has been
covered by clouds and darkness creating
an atmosphere of bitter cold and fog
everywhere, which kills off all
of the beauty in life, blotting out
color leaving grey and black or
white and no others along with the
warmth which just like our hearts
that grow colder the longer we
stay locked up in our own minds
that feel as if it is only a jail cell
somewhere down deep in the
center of hell, as we watch the
world go by and people laughing
having a great time playing in the
sunlight and everything is okay
looking at them hugging and kissing
touching, sigh, touching it has been
so damn long since I have felt the soft
warm skin of another or the feel of
loving hands from a lover or even
just a hug from a friend, maybe I am
what I feel inside the dead void of
any life at all taken from me from
those I used to call friends and lovers
who have only delivered pain and anger
through their evil endeavor to only
use me as a punching bag for physical
and mental abuse until I am who you
see this man at one time a King well
respected by everyone to this a broken
mess unable to rule anything at all waiting
only for death to call for if it did I would
gladly answer to die alone filled with
many years of guilt and sorrow never
even knowing that feeling of ever being
truly loved by anyone at all.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey
Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
Every time I meet someone and
I start to think that they may be
the one I am looking for which really
only means somebody who will love
me the way I love them I fall failing
miserably flat on my face causing me
to pull away from ever finding who
and what I need slowly erasing myself
from the human race until I disappear
without trace living in hills hiding from
anyone and everyone for when I do
try I am always finding only leftover
echoes of what and who I am looking
for, only just very small remnants of
old forgotten memories trying desperately
hard to hold on to the emotions and
feelings from the past back in a time
when we can remember being the
happiest we have ever been in our
lives those remarkable moments that
made us smile and laugh that felt like
it would last forever, until today when
all of the laughter has been replaced
with so many tears that it felt like
falling rain as the feeling of happiness
and bliss is only reserved for all
the other people, since sadness is
where I now live and the sun has been
covered by clouds and darkness creating
an atmosphere of bitter cold and fog
everywhere, which kills off all
of the beauty in life, blotting out
color leaving grey and black or
white and no others along with the
warmth which just like our hearts
that grow colder the longer we
stay locked up in our own minds
that feel as if it is only a jail cell
somewhere down deep in the
center of hell, as we watch the
world go by and people laughing
having a great time playing in the
sunlight and everything is okay
looking at them hugging and kissing
touching, sigh, touching it has been
so damn long since I have felt the soft
warm skin of another or the feel of
loving hands from a lover or even
just a hug from a friend, maybe I am
what I feel inside the dead void of
any life at all taken from me from
those I used to call friends and lovers
who have only delivered pain and anger
through their evil endeavor to only
use me as a punching bag for physical
and mental abuse until I am who you
see this man at one time a King well
respected by everyone to this a broken
mess unable to rule anything at all waiting
only for death to call for if it did I would
gladly answer to die alone filled with
many years of guilt and sorrow never
even knowing that feeling of ever being
truly loved by anyone at all.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey
Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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