Home
Young Writers Project
  • READ
    • Recent Posts
    • Daily Read
    • Recent Visual Art
  • YWP COMMUNITY
    • Tiny Writes
    • Book Club
    • YWP Podcast
    • Community Leaders
      • Community Leaders' Newsletter
    • Oh Snap! Online Open Mic
  • CHALLENGES
    • Weekly Challenges 2020-21
    • Community Journalism
      • Community Journalism Project
    • Challenges Bank
    • The Great Poets Challenge
  • EVENTS
    • ALL YWP EVENTS
    • April 24: Online Open Mic
    • April 28: YWP Book Club Meets
    • YWP Calendar
  • PUBLICATIONS
    • The Voice
    • Anthology 11
      • Anthology 11 Podcast
    • Media Partners
    • The Social Distancing Journal
    • The ELM - Edmunds Literary Magazine
  • ABOUT
    • About YWP
    • YWP Newsletter
    • YWP is ...
    • Permission Form
    • FY19 ANNUAL REPORT & 990
    • Contact Us
  • Donate
  • LOG IN/JOIN

Search form

Previous Post
Next Post
Sep 13
poem 1 comment
Maya Lynn

Bye

I know you are all here,
all together,
without me.

I know its not your fault,
It's mine,
even though I can't
stop it.

I know you are having fun,
starting again,
another year.

I know that I miss you,
sitting my myself
without someone to talk to.
 
  • Maya Lynn's blog
  • Sprout
  • Log in or register to post comments
  • Print Friendly, PDF & Email
Posted: 09.13.17
About the Author: Maya Lynn
MSG / CONTACT
RECENT LOVES
  • Trypanophobia
  • Beautiful
  • The Cellist
  • You're Not A Crooked Kind Of Person
  • I Wonder
RECENT COMMENTS
  • Ugg, so sorry, it's rough. Do
  • This piece is gorgeous. It is
  • Thank you so much!!!
  • Thank you so much for your
  • Thank you so much!

Other Posts by Author

  • Why now?
    My phone rings beside me,I look down,See the name.My hands shake, Read more
    in poem 0 Comments
  • Things unsaid
    There are so many things I want to say,but can't. Read more
    in poem 0 Comments
  • No escape
    No matter where I go,What I do,My past follows me. Read more
    in poem 1 Comment

Discussion

Comments

  1. ZoeF
    Sep 13, 2017

    There is such poignancy to this poem. It is the saddest of things to read, but there is a beauty there too. The opening stanza has a sense of accusation which you qualify in the second stanza, but the emotion has changed at the end. I like the ambiguity - has this person died? Moved away? Or are they exiled within their own depression? I hope the narrator finds a way back to talking with these people! Lovely work.

    Zoe

    • Log in or register to post comments
  • ABOUT
  • DONATE
  • THE VOICE
  • YWP NEWSLETTER
​Young Writers Project | 47 Maple St., Suite 216 | Burlington, VT 05401
Contact: [email protected] | (802) 324-9538 
 
  • Facebook icon
  • Twitter icon
  • Instagram icon
  • E-Mail icon