unheard confession

There are days that I hope
for a quick end,
silently begging for words
from my only friend.

She carries my heart
in a locked box,
leaving my chest filled
with cold rocks.

These days I wish
for a quick end.
The one that I love
has a new friend.

The one that I love
has left me behind,
cold and alone,
broken and blind.

Stumbling blind
in this embittered hell,
wishing for comfort,
for someone to tell.

I’d talk to the world
but my mouth is too meek,
for there’s only one person
to whom I can speak.

And I’ve forgotten how
to address her.
What to say when your confession
is your confessor?


About Eric Kovach

Spiraling out of control~~~~~~o
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8 Responses to unheard confession

  1. Beautiful and sad.
    Lots of love

  2. potterfan97 says:

    Great last line 🙂 Lovely, Eric!

  3. words4jp says:

    i agree with patty – very beautiful and so sad. xx

  4. janineyork says:

    I feel your pain Eric. You are amazing at bringing your pain to life with your poetry. Thanks for writing.

  5. Omar M says:

    Enjoyed this one a lot. I like your writing, its sharp & not overdone.

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