Three Poems: Emotional Baggage, 21 year Old, and Am I sad

Three Poems : Emotional Baggage, 21 year Old, and Am I sad 

I wrote Emotional Baggage poem on a sunny day of June. A day when I was whispering your doom.  Frankly, I got nothing for that one. 21 Year old  poem was peachy, it was a fragment that ended well. I am sad? poem is figurative. I really do hate these mini intros to my poems. However, they are really pharmaceutical. Overall, these poems deserve 5 stars rating. 

Emotional Baggage 

by Teresita Blanco

Oh! I am tired

Of these dead

Desires.

The emotional

Baggage of others

I refuse to carry.

Build a wall,

I must scale

The highest peaks.

Just do not speak

To me, about your problems.

To remain alone

Is my only desire.

I am already resigned

Myself to this fate.

Don’t try to save me,

I did not ask for help.

Keep your charity

For someone that truly needs it.

I been along

All my life.

Yet Despair,

Does not know my name.

Don’t save me,

Don’t help me,

I carry no baggage,

So please leave me alone.

Your helping hand

Will crush me,

I do not want

Your emotional,

Sentimentality.

I do not wish,

To hear your

Emotional garbage. 

21 Years Old 

by Teresita Blanco

My eyes only see shadows,

I have no one

To write to,

These words fell on death ears.

Since I entered

This living grave,

I feel myself age.

I see myself age,

My once brown hair,

Has become ashen

And I am only 21!

Am I sad?

 by Teresita Blanco

 

When I look within

All I find is pain,

And sorrow,

Such woeful words

Come easily to me.

“Are you sad?”

You may ask,

I do not feel

Unhappy!

No… you could say

I do not feel anything….

No, not a hint of remorse (or sorrow).

 

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