Too much to accept...

hummingbirdfell

Dry up and rot away, Disposed of my memory today.
Gave me back that bow, Just not pretty enough to show.
So I chose to go right, Could have been left, put up a fight.
But I lost my chance, For a dance.
The voice we love now stings, Reminds me of the little things:
We'll never share, heart empty, Bare.
Butterflies that once fluttered, can't now it's cluttered.
Then is past, Now gone, too fast.
Alone I'll go, again I know,
It's a long road, with no hand to hold.

Yellow

it is a long road
and sometimes we walk alone


no big




welcome

hummingbirdfell

Thanks for the reply and the Welcome. I was unable to see my post on the threads and thought it had been lost. Why yellow may I ask?

setaside2

because she's a fickle one, that yellow, and yellow is a fickle color...

and I say that with love and not a little facetiousness...

but now that this long road alone has been brought up, I have always thought that perhaps we wouldn't feel so much alone if we'd stop looking straight ahead all the damn time and turn to the right or left and suddenly realize that there are all these people walking with us, staring straight ahead and not even realizing that you are there with them...

not so lonely once we wake up.

welcome to you.

tracingdaisies

Hummingbirdfell, I like your poem.

And it's true, if all the people who feel alone out there could reach out to all the other lonelies, it'd be like...like...Americans sharing their food with the world! *Everyone* could be happy!