Open Poetry #36 |
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Crying of Lost Hope |
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tatalinia Member
since 2005-12-17
Posts 137CA, US ![]() |
Im so lost and I cannot be found do not try to help me for there is no hope I will finish my days in a cloud of smoke dazed and confused but I try to push on theres a storm coming that will cause me harm My life is one big tornado spinning out of contol destroying things in its way if I had not lost that day to this game I would be standing here with the trophy but thats just how the story goes catastrophy in the end My mistakes I've made this time there is no way out trapped inside this tunnel of helplessness I try to hold on but deep down inside I know not this time there will be nothing to rid me of this now angry and confused so mad at myself when I had the chance I should of called for help You wonder what I mean when I write this ryhme but I could not surely tell you what I've done this time for the beauty of secrets this one is one I do not enjoy For it will haunt me many years of my life no longer will I have peace and joy I do not need shine or wealth, just a pen and some paper for my health |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
dang...this one is felt deep...I offer the next day's sunshine and the smile of God above to comfort your heart and soul..you also have a friend in me..I hope to read more of your work soon. |
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Mysteria![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I can't tell you the number of times in my own life I felt there was no way out, but somehow I always saw a door with hope. I really felt the angst and pain of this one, and wish the character in the poem will also ask for help - never to late to do it! Great write. |
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Marge Tindal![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Althia~ Pensively deep ... one thing about the dark side of feeling that one has lost hope, is in knowing ... knowing ... that secrets grow if buried in the depths of one lost soul ... sort of like the growing of mushrooms, they just continue to grow where there is no light ... and yet, when light is shed upon the secret ... (even if admitted only to oneself) ... the pain of the secret is diminished ...~ You've sure given me pause to ponder with this one~ I wish you 'light'~ *Huglets* ![]() ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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tatalinia Member
since 2005-12-17
Posts 137CA, US |
thanks for the responses on this, its just a poem, not something that happened to me actually lol. I do not need shine or wealth, just a pen and some paper for my health |
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