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Dreams shattered like dry clay
The mirage ended in harsh day
Cruel reality comes to stay
and fantasies fall away
The mirage ended in harsh day
Cruel reality comes to stay
and fantasies fall away
No brightness, color or cheer
Nothing but dark gray murk
No one to love or care, or hold dear
and misery continues to lurk
Dusty ashes in a dry mouth
Sand on the parched ground
Arid winds from the south
The soul's pain, a baying hound
Torn and empty and worn
Falling tears yet afraid of scorn
Far away now and alone
Empty, numb, and hard as stone
Seek, hope, strive, aspire no more
To end the fruitless weary race
No fire, power, strength at core
Too weak to maintain the pace
Many faces I can not bear
Many voices I no longer hear
On a precipice I stand
I must fall, I can not withstand
And so a silent final goodbye
To this unfeeling unknowing land
Nothing but dark gray murk
No one to love or care, or hold dear
and misery continues to lurk
Dusty ashes in a dry mouth
Sand on the parched ground
Arid winds from the south
The soul's pain, a baying hound
Torn and empty and worn
Falling tears yet afraid of scorn
Far away now and alone
Empty, numb, and hard as stone
Seek, hope, strive, aspire no more
To end the fruitless weary race
No fire, power, strength at core
Too weak to maintain the pace
Many faces I can not bear
Many voices I no longer hear
On a precipice I stand
I must fall, I can not withstand
And so a silent final goodbye
To this unfeeling unknowing land
Comments
So stark...
...and almost utterly hopeless. But emotion, however painful, still is better than the numbness. I know in all the pain I still endure, I'm glad that I still feel, and that alone gives me hope. What a powerful if sad poem. Thank you!
Love, Andrea Lena
powerful and sad indeed
taking hope from still being able to feel, Drea?
Sounds like a plan.
as for this poem, I can only concur. so sad, but hopefully better out than in.
Epitaph needs to be read by
everybody so that they can feel the unbridled emotions evoked by reading.
May Your Light Forever Shine
Very Good
Poem. I really like the rhyming scheme.
I went for suicide a few times, then finally decided I was too chicken to actually do it. Wanting to suicide, it seems to me, is often about really bad depression, but that can be treated, even if it doesn't end completely.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
Delayed Suicide
I know the feeling well and have to work really hard to stay alive. Right now, I am doing research and writing my Autobio. Once I've said what I have to say, there is nothing holding me.
G
Atmospheric, evocative and
Atmospheric, evocative and bitter. A splendid debut.
Soun ds like you or someone close to you
was treated very badly. Sadly, 10 years later and things seem to be worse.
Angharad