Naomi Welsh

Rookie - 0 Points (04/01/95 / Northern Ireland)

~a Poem Of Self Pity~ - Poem by Naomi Welsh

I sit here alone
Wallowing in self pity
Thinking about the laughing clowns
That is dragging me down...

I feel out of control of my life
The pain I feel cuts like a knife
I long to be dead and gone
I know the show will carry on...

Those fools full of hatred and spite
Will smite yet another helpless soul
And drive them to dark places unknown
Just as they did with me
I just wish they could just let me be...


Comments about ~a Poem Of Self Pity~ by Naomi Welsh

  • Veteran Poet - 1,866 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (2/18/2011 2:31:00 PM)

    A lot of us experience what you're feeling and for the same reasons.
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  • Rookie Mark Nwagwu (7/17/2009 2:40:00 PM)

    Drown evil with a world of good, Naomi. You're a wonderful person and you have a place in this life. Don't sit there in self pity: get up and put your intellect to work and be a light unto all who meet you. Keep at it; and you'll turn darkness into sunshine.
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  • Rookie Tempest Juliet (7/10/2009 10:39:00 PM)

    I don't believe i'd want to be in control. I'd rather close my eyes, spin in a circle, and go whichever way. It's fun ^_^......... Great poem. Good wording. Put together nicely
    (Five Stars)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 10, 2009



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