Saturday, February 24, 2007

POEM: Alone

THOUGHTS OF A BROKEN SOUL

Here she was
Seated by the window
Locked up with sorrow
No one to talk to; no one to turn to

Takes a shower
And off she goes
To mingle with people
She doesn’t truly know

What she bared
Was a merry individual
And beyond our expectations
Was a broken soul

Agony was never
For her to reveal;
Yet bedtime prayers
Were hers to keep

Sympathy was what
She hated the most
And so she breathed in a world

Where she was oh…so alone

8 comments:

rissavilla12a said...

Sa totoo lang, di ako mahilig magbasa ng poem. Wala lang. Wala lang akong mapili. Super serious kasi ng mga topic mo. Sarili mo ba ung tinutukoy mo dito? Anglungkot ng poem mo noh? Sarili mo ba yung tinutukoy mo? Do you feel alone? Bakit naman, marami ka namang friends. God is always there kaya! Sosyal ka ah! Kaintri intriga ka pala.

jel said...

I don’t know what you feel when you posted this poem but I could relate so much with the poem. There are times that you feel that you are alone whenever problems come by. I know how it feels when you’re all alone in your room where in you just feel like crying. Usually in the four corners of your room you could see your weak points that make you feel like a fragile jar. In reality there are things inside you that you hardly show because you are afraid of rejection. Precisely, you sometimes hide from everyone that you’re a person who has a lot of imperfections. Sometimes people think you seem to be perfect but the truth is you are wrecked inside.

ReNddY RoSe said...

Im sure you posted this poem kasi nakakarelate ka talaga! I know how you feel it happens to me most of the time when Im inside my room. I just feel very lonely and it's killing me. But you yourself don't know the right answer why your feeling that way. Sometimes it's unexplainable and it even tortures your whole being that you feel miserable and hopeless inside.

Good news for you girl meaning your normal! haha... your not the only person who feel this way even I sometimes and I swear it really drives me crazy...

m r y n c r z said...

i know how this feels, i am like that person your trying to define, for real. behind my laughs jokes and smiles is a broken soul.and oh! how i despise sympathy.. i never want people pitying me. its my problem its for me to fix therefor let me stand alone. sometimes though we need companion. a friend to tell whats really bothering us. in this world, we admitdly cant survive on our own. try loosening up a bit. it will make u feel good.and will drive you away from being alone =)

Kay - Ann said...

Well, what can I say you’re a poetic now! I actually love the people maybe because I know it reflects the true Michelle. The person who shows incomparable strength for all the struggles she had faced. I know you bear so much but don’t forget you got me, whenever you need someone to turn to.

lawdenmarc said...

"The Wail of Lonely Strings"


Whilst writing the saddest song, strumming the broken strings of my hapless guitar and witnessing the funeral fading of stars,

I remember the blues of my psychedelic pulse in solitude.

And reading this poem pulls the repercussion of emptiness like violin strings.

I, who flickered past my dirty window, hears the wail of lonely strings

like you.

fridiane anne said...

Hello Mitch ganda, well about your poem, I love it! I never knew you we're into writing poems but you know what your poem expresses the thought of my greatest fear and that's being alone when I’m on my down fall. We all know that when problems come we all need a shoulder we can lean on. I could never bare the feeling of loneliness and emptiness at the same time. I guess that's why we have friends to make us happy when we got no one to make us feel better. It’s tragic to know that your carrying all the burden on your shoulders and no one’s their to carry it with you. I hope that never happens to any of us because we all need someone we can always count on. ;)

joanspring said...

Just wondering, is that not a song? Well I loved it, I think it’s what really a broken soul is. Its that feeling of being alone and in need of someone to turn to, yet you hide and control it, because the feeling of sympathy makes the pain even worst.
I really have nothing much to say about the article because the poem says it all. It just feels wonderful how these blogs could really pour our hearts out. Like this one, I think the poem is the only article you have that tells how you really are feeling. Honestly I have been with you for three years now, and I have known you to be a strong woman, correct me if I am wrong but maybe this poem is somehow a reflection of your heart. Well you are not alone, I think every woman is struggling for something in life. I may not tell you exactly how I am feeling right now, but surely I also have burdens inside, and maybe we still should consider ourselves lucky because we have each other. Cheers to life!