Poetry: Latasha Brooks

When It was Over by Latasha Brooks

You told me to dip my feet, oh look where I landed; in a swamp full of bodies and motions. Thrown away poisons, too much noise and held back, bottled up emotions. Floating around over a swamp with no ground just grounded up thoughts... in commotion. Where does that leave my person? Where do I go from here? How much of me do I share or how much should I care for another when a lover of mine once vanished just as quickly as he had appeared? He pulled up in the rear: I allowed him to steer, mind clear; held back fears, I awoke and.... how did I end up here? How can I tell if he cared?.. I was blind, so blind. I drew no lines, so fine - but who really sees with our own perceptions? Life is a mess and he can't see his chess in it, he thinks he's right, so he justifies late nights and leaving me here all alone. Can my inception declare if he's wrong? If glass houses threw stones at homes that couldn't break does that make it right? If a tree falls and no one is around to hear, did we just ignore a silent cry in the night? Were we not prepared to fight or prove ourselves right so we decided the sound no longer existed? If we cover a crime with a carpet, don't look under it, does that mean the murder was never committed? Maybe I don't get it and love wasn't in it but damn, did I just play the fool again? In the end I'll grow, I'll move on, I'll be strong and guess what? Not so lonely now that you're gone.

Silent Thoughts by Latasha Brooks Why is my mind trapped, trapped in this cage, this awkward cage of thinking ? Why are my emotions filled, boiling with rage, why is my heart going low... Sinking. Why do I feel everyone hates so much about me. I feel vulnerable when I go outside. I feel everyone is sharing a laugh - my expense, can't stop the anxiety inside. Why do I feel like everyone is against me.... it's just me against the world all the time? Why do I feel life doesn't matter, my opinions don't flatter; why am I silent - a mime. Why do I feel people won't enjoy..... if I do something that pleases me? Why do I feel better as puppet, strings attached to my body.... Why don't I feel free?

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