votre chérie
I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one

Friday, July 21, 2006

Low spirits

Cried myself to sleep last night,
Nothing seems quite right,
There’s a darting pain inside
Is there really a bright side?

Sickness and sorrow never say goodbye
I suffer silently, no one hears my cry
Bereaved, I clasp my hands and pray
Will tomorrow be a better day?

Here I am, running for my life
My hopes, torn apart by an evil knife
Every muscle in my body is sore
What good is this life for?

posted by chérie at 12:05 PM

11 Comments:

  • tomorrow is always a better day i hv realised....though its hard to see when you are so in despair. Good one.

    By Blogger second_wind, at 2:31 PM  

  • and this is your idea of a "happy" poem ??? i should sue you for falsified promises and/or breach of contract :))
    but seriously speaking, cheer up !! things always work out in the end...

    By Blogger Fosix, at 5:07 PM  

  • Why? What happened?
    You alright now??
    Cheer up and enjoy your day ... and night

    By Blogger Superman, at 6:42 PM  

  • second wind,
    thanks . . . did you feel the pain the writer was feeling?

    fosix,
    happy shnappy! BTW though I wrote it, I did not really experience any of it.

    By Blogger chérie, at 10:25 AM  

  • superman,
    Thanks but like I told Fosix, I, Cherie, am not the protagonist of this poem

    By Blogger chérie, at 11:04 AM  

  • i wldnt hv been able to separate the poet and the writing......well done

    By Blogger second_wind, at 11:17 PM  

  • you should try talking in the third person... its fun :))

    "...so llike Chérie told Fosix, Chérie aint the protagonist of this poem... yes, Chérie wrote the poem, but Chérie didnt really experience any of it... Chérie fooled y'all, didnt she..."

    By Blogger Fosix, at 9:40 PM  

  • sounds cynical and you didnt feel that way whn you wrote it!!!good one,you still manage to write in rhymes???

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:12 AM  

  • Good work Chérie. But it's time your posts are back to their cheerful self. :)

    By Blogger Sin, at 9:23 AM  

  • Second wind,
    Thanks. Haven’t read you in a while . . . when are you publishing next?

    Fosix,
    Yes, Cherie thinks that’s cute! :p

    Cynical, shree? Hmmm . . .
    I’ll let you in on my secret . . . When I am out of ideas; I usually think of a rhyming word and then form a sentence with it! That is how I fill my poems and get over writer’s blocks! Thanks TF, hope this next post sounds better. Again, I am not writing about myself ;)

    By Blogger chérie, at 3:57 PM  

  • There's a run here...

    By Blogger Kuan Gung, at 3:03 AM  

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