by Amanda J Cobb
No, everything's not alright.
But you already knew that.
Everyone knows that;
it's the universal truth.
If everything was fine,
no one would need to ask.
I don't want you to, either.
Asking just adds to it;
it's nothing you can fix,
and I can't articulate it anyway.
And no, it isn't going to be alright.
It doesn't just disappear.
It's always there, in some degree,
intense or subtle,
screaming or melting.
It doesn't go away,
no matter how much you
wish it would.
And I don't tell you this for sympathy
or because I want some solution;
there isn't one.
I tell you because sometimes being alone
is the best way to cope,
and sometimes it's not.
But if you could be there
to offer silent comfort
and just a touch of understanding...
it might make it a bit easier.
Author's Note: Apologia
A formal defense or justification
Posted on 01/29/2006
Copyright © 2020 Amanda J Cobb
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/29/06 at 05:40 AM|
Great, down to earth communication of feelings. Excellent writing.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/01/06 at 03:34 PM|
Well stated...thought provoking. Think we've all been down that road at one time or another.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/25/15 at 03:11 PM|
a lovely poem. and no, no one can make it better by asking. still it is worthwhile venture to ask, in case things indeed can be made better by such inquiry, rather than remaining silent which is a sort of regret.