Gyration Elation

Empty is my mind

Now that I’m standing still.

Fluid were my motions,

Moving to the sound.

  

‘Twas like a drug,

The music.

But now I do not move.

I no longer have the will.

  

I did not wish to stop.

Don’t know why I begun.

But I felt pure elation.

As in circles I spun.

Missed Opportunities

I

do

Know

That you

Aren’t happy.

So hear me now.

Read the words I write

And read right to the end.

The world is a ruthless place

Filled with anger and despair.

Some are cruel and vindictive,

People who cause you pain.

Not all care about you.

Some wish you’d

Leave.

A

World

At times

Is a place of

Sorrow and grief;

Trouble, regret, lies

Distress, anger, fury, rage,

Resentment, hatred, loathing

Revulsion, detestation and death.

No question that the world is sad.

Obviously some people are bad.

All have to live through loss.

Most will wish for what

Once was.

   

And others will miss you.

[When I wrote "ive" in the heart, it should've said "give", It5 was also supposed to say "cry with you"]

Why?

I don’t understand.

You do not speak to me.

You no longer look my way.

Why?

I’m afraid I do not see.

  

You’re the same person

You were before I knew.

Now you just avoid me so.

Have I changed to you?

  

I thought you liked to be with me.

I thought you were my friend.

Your secret is yours to keep

But friends I wish to be.

  

Why do you think that this would change things?

You have not changed to me.

Why have I to you?

Why do you avoid me?