A couple of days ago I started to search for my old poetry book, so I can make a newer updated one. Here is some poems from the old one. I wrote this poem when I first started poetry, I'm not sure what I was feeling at the time.
*Let it Flow*
Raven
P.s. One thing I can tell you is though around the time of many of these poems, I was feeling lonely, sad, depressed, forgotton etc.
Nothing but an empty shell
Waiting to feel something
Something that will never be there
Never to be full
An empty shell
A tiny speck of something appears
Feelings of hatred, sorrow, and endless pain
Blocked off like a caged animal
Waiting to be opened
To be set free
Emotions rising
Waiting for that one moment
That one peacefull moment
To break free
To feel once more would be privileged
A privileged wanted but unwanted
Maybe one day one person will fill the shell
One person will unlocked the cage
Untill one precise moment
Alll will stay still
Locked up
Nothing but an empty shell
I have been feeling this way myself lately and so this touches my soul. I almost shed a tear for you but then I thought its just a poem... Grate write! Kelley Frost
Submission Name: Empty Shell
