A Figure Stood by Me

June 24, 2017
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Standing, and waiting by the sea,

while a figure stood beside me.


I yearned to fill my empty soul.

I begged for love to make it whole.


Comprehending my depression,

seeking a tender solution.


A thing that will care for me.

A thing that will make me happy.


Interaction with this figure

made me see a bigger picture.


How love by itself can hurt you,

and the neglection it can do.


This brief vision made me happy.

Happy to be the one lonely.


Tears quickly release from my eyes.

Briefly, the sea was paradise.


A utopia for those lonely.

By the calm sand by the blue sea.


But the vision dispersed slowly,

and there was nothing I could see.


Again I felt miserable,

and my mind was ever stable.


This was no paradise for me.

This is where I rest peacefully.


I just had to accept my fate.

I could have done nothing but hate.


Hate the fact that being alone

didn't make me happy on my own.


There may not have been a figure.

A figure that showed me torture.

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ponder67 said...
today at 11:16 am
I'm not sure why, but I like poetry like this.
Emira said...
Mar. 8 at 2:37 am
Beautifull worded feelings... Keep it up
WolfWhisperer0911This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 7 at 9:48 pm
@NJacobY Great jot, the tone of the poem is just irresistible. I love the word choice that you made in this poem, especially with the utopia and the rhyming is spot on! Keep up the great work.
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