Poems2

Hollows of my heart
Deep
in the hollows of my heart
sits a lonely girl.
Shee weeps for those loved
and for those lost.
Deep
in the hollows of my heart
sits a tired girl.
Her body aches for rest
as well as her mind.
Deep
in the hollows of my heart
sits a happy girl.
She rejoices the coming day
along with ones passed.
Deep
in the hollows of my heart
sits a calm girl.
Laid back so peacefully
not a worry in the world.
Deep
in the hollows of my heart
stands a woman.
She knows those feelings
and still stands strong.
(By:Kari L. Kahn copyright 2001)

Last Day
As I sit here
and watch clouds go by
I reminisce about the past.
You were always there
but never said a word.
Your arms were always open
but never enough to invite me.
As I sit here
lying in a field of grass
I see no hugs and kisses
no love for me at all.
Peers constantly fighting
but always an I love you for them.
As I sit here
on my last day
I love no one
except those that loved me once.
Rain falls now onto me
lightening flashes in my eyes.
The earth is covering me now
and this is my final goodbye.
Farewell to those I always loved
and I turn my nose up to you
the ones who never allowed it.
(By:Kari L. Kahn copyright 2000)

Lonely
Life is no more
pain has begun
anguish is here
suffering forevermore.
My face has changed
my stages are over
life is to follow
cast out whatever.
I care of nothing
nothing can I partake.
All has failed
no signs of life
non of love.
I can't get the meaning
what is this word
that one feels
towards something?
I feel nothing
only emptiness
I feel nauseous
dizziness has come.
Wherever I look
it's darkness
from one corner to another.
There is only one word
to describe how I feel....
LONELY....
(By:Kari L. Kahn copyright 1998)

End of the street
As I walk along this path
I come across a lonely street.
Abandoned by the people
that once made it colorful.
This is the street
that takes very few
to the edge of the world
and to the end of time.
The buildings all tattered
the windows boarded up.
A gust of wind
throws dust in my eyes
blinding me from the evils
that rest in this street.
I look back at my home
and see green grass
and blue skies.
Here, at the end
it is black and gray.
It is a wonder
that our world changes so quickly
and amazing
that only few see it
and come back to tell about it.
For all you know
your street may be the end.
One day you may see
the end of the street.
(By:Kari L. Kahn copyright 2001)