Alone

So it’s been a long time guys since I wrote something at the start of a Poem. It’s been a tough year, 2016, probably the worst in my life. But coming to the close of this year, and with a tough couple of weeks ahead, I find myself reflecting on some of the poems I wrote when I was younger. 

I think I’m going to begin posting them in the next couple of days to archive them. Having written them when I was 14-15 years old, I now find myself 7 or 8 (we’ll stick with 7) years older, looking at them with a maturity that I didn’t have then. 

It’s nice to know that some parts of my life got exceptionally better, but life isn’t always happy. I’d like to re-post some of my younger work, in hope that a similar kid can read them, perhaps with the same innocence, and find hope in knowing that 7 years later, I can tell them that believe it or not it does get better, that life will be hard, but never to give up. 

Many of you will remember them from my Blogspot days, and I hope you look back at them with the same smile on your face that I have held the last couple of days. Who knew what I had ahead of me back then, and boy has my writing improved! 

Here’s the first, 

Alone 

I sit here in sorrow, as the world passes by.
My eyes fill with tears, and i just have to cry.
I am just a king on God’s board of chess.
Satans got him checked and my life’s a mess.
Someone please help me, I am so alone.
Rotting away to just skin and bone.
I need someone to give me their love.
And watch on when they’re gone and up above.
All feelings are gone and i’m dying inside.
I don’t know weather to stand up or hide.
I have feelings that no one should know.
But I gave them out in one last throw.
Loved ones hands were made to hold.
Even if they’re hot, warm or bitterly cold.
Their arms were made for hugging, Stealing our love in an emotional mugging.
Their hearts made for devotion, love and emotion.
Love which we will treasure forever and ever.

Constant abuse and constant hate.
Can’t do anything, can’t concentrate.
All this stuff is all inside locked away.
All I have left is to plea in pray.
I’m hating life wish it would end.
All I need is the one special friend.
Someone to love and call my own.
The world wouldn’t be so bleak and I wouldnt feel alone.
Loved ones hands were made to hold.
Even if they’re hot, warm or bitterly cold.
Their arms were made for hugging. Stealing our love in an emotional mugging.
Their hearts made for devotion, love and emotion.
Love which we will treasure forever and ever.

Then I see his glance, I catch his eye.
I away wipe my tears and he says, “Hi”
Maybes he’s who I’ve been waiting for?
My heart is racing and I feel I could soar.
Now I have someone to call my own.
I am happy, no longer alone.
I love him he’s a perfect guy.
I’m waving my sadness and sorrow goodbye.
I now have a loved ones hand to hold.
If it’s hot warm or bitterly cold.
I use my arms to wrap around him constantly hugging.
Stealing his love in an emotional mugging.
My heart will give him devotion, love and emotion.
All of which he’ll treasure forever and ever.

Davie Magill