Slow And Quiet Pianos (A Short Story) Poem by Diego Adrian Manriquez

Slow And Quiet Pianos (A Short Story)



Just sit down like before,
Stare out the window,
Lose myself in thoughts,
Thoughts that can't be spoken aloud,
Because if anyone hears them they'll think that I'm going crazy,
That's the last thing I'd really want is someone that cares for me,
It's super important that one does,
Because mentally I feel better when I don't say a word,
To those I've think I've grown close to,
Like family and friends,
But in the end who is really there?
Who is really there?

I just want to wash away these footsteps I've left in the sand,
I want to let go of everything I've held on to so long,
Because these memories they come back to me and again I feel so empty,
Turning one of the most brightest days to an dark night,
I don't think I'm strong enough to tell myself that tomorrow will be better,
I don't think I can trick myself into thinking that I'm ready for the world,
Because I'm afraid,
To open these closed eyes.

I don't want to see,
I mean it's not like I have a choice,
I want someone to talk to but when I do I lose my voice,
It'll talk forever to get these things off of my chest,
But for know I'll write them down so when the time comes I know I can do,
It's not all about me though,
Sometimes I wonder if my mom can still look at me the same way she did when she gave me baths,
As that little boy that she loved and showed the path,
She's all the really matters to me,
But I've done so much that has kept her looking down on me,
I want to change; I want to change,
But I don't know how,
I can see her perspective as clear as day because I've been through the same with my father.

I feel sympathic,
I feel so weak,
I can't easily forgive the man who destoyed me,
But I want to,
If this isn't passionate enough,
Wait till you hear me scream,
I miss the old days,
But what's the point in crying?
I miss the old days,
Then what's the point in trying,
To make these miserable time tougher than they need to be?
I need to scream,
I need to scream,
This is far too personal,
This is far too deep,
I need to be strong,
I need to stay on my own two feet,
I cannot give up,
I won't be defeated,
I'm young and ignorant,
I've got plenty of time to make things better,
Here I am screaming these last few things off my chest,
There's only one thing I need left to say,
It's that I'm in love with a girl,
But she doesn't even remember my name,
I'll make it through this,
I'll be okay,
A new chapter in my life and it's finally starting to look like a book.

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