A long history of failed love attempts
follow me like a trail of blood
leading me to my ultimate fate.
I swim in my tears and just wish
that things would work out in my favor, just once.
I'm tired of being alone and tired of
trying to find that one thing that could complete me.
Everyday seems like I'm forever walking
through a kaleidoscope of darkness.
Nothing is a clear view into the world,
but rather a million distorted images
desperately trying to make an image I can call utopia.
I'm lost with no inclination as to find my way.
This coffin of hope I call life
likes to keep me locked in a crypt surrounded
by all the dead things life keeps away.
I don't know where I go from here,
or if I'll ever find the strength I need,
but I hope that one day I'll find my way.
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I came back to your poem on this Thursday night before Rita blows in, looking for hope. Hope that Rita doesn't turn left and hit us head on!
Every poet or person has gone through these times and feelings you describe and will again. Life is not nice sometimes and the "Happily ever after" thing is a fairy tale. Even when you find that special one, there are things that try us! Both in our relationships and our living environments. It is true having someone that you love and having that feeling returned does make it seem easier at times, there are still trials and tribulations to confront! I think this is our test and those that excel find happiness between the moments. Others get lost in the day to day grunge. Find your happiness where you can and good luck! Anthony
Sounds awful, the way you describe feeling trapped and essentially dead. Though I suppose we are what we think, and maybe the subject of the poem will learn to see herself differently. My favorite spiritual guru, Thomas Merton, has a prayer that sounds a lot like this-- a prayer of hope.
This is an amazing write, so vivid is the picture you paint. But this is very sad, in my opinion. Such a person is lost on this path leading to Hope. It is there you just need to grasp it, there seems to be a tone of falling back into a darkness that takes away any sense of this life filled with a Joyful Confident Expectation.
The pain of lost love is the hardest to overcome, especially as I believe that we never fall out of love, but instead, forget what it was like to love that person.
You ahve done an amazing job of describing your pain.
A very clear depiction of hurt, confusion and frustration trying to figure out the 'whys' of things gone wrong. I really admire the way you avoided all the overblown hyperbole of 'love gone wrong' poems and simply stated with clear strong images the confusion, frustration and the desire to almost give up. Hope just needs a tiny bit of space in your brain and it will spring forth again and again even when there doesn't seem to a reason to....
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