Waiting Room
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Mind full of unfulfilled emotions, screaming for a passionate release.
Does one dare to crack those grey walls? Will there be beautiful light, inspiring sound and alluring aromas stemming from a cacophony of released emotions ? Or the dried out dust of failures that were once upon time hopes and unpursued dreams.
How to fool this mind to expect a garden of trickling brook, flowers, birds and life when it knows the road is an ever harder struggle of pain, anger, decay leading to oblivion.
Was this life worth living? Satisfied with the life? Happy memories? Not convinced. Not really. No.
Bleak soul. Memories of events devoid of emotions. No, there is something … anger, even hate, then pain.
Passions stifled by responsibility and distrust. Fear of tomorrow weighs down today’s joy. Love, a label mistakenly applied to hope strangled by fear.
Dispense with life through the ritual of existence, work and books. So what is life? Is it just existence or is there more? Feel the need for that more but don’t trust life, people or relationships. Don’t even trust myself, don’t trust emotions and feelings. Always keep the last card covered. Don’t trust that need!
So a parched garden of gnarled stumps and tangled brush where no one tends or waters but stamps down the flowers resembles this mind.
Oblivion. Don’t have to think. Nothing matters. People’s opinions, disappointments, suffering, relief — not applicable, no longer there.
So grey walls? Wield that hammer and grow or wither? Oblivion?
Solid wall, rough and bleak. Waiting room to oblivion. Emotion leaking slowly from the corner of the eye.
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Is this all there is?
No not the poem, that BIG question. You know the old is this it, or does the wheel spin again? Or something else perhaps, all depends on your beliefs I suppose. Sort of like an old tree on the edge of a cliff, might be bent and twisted but it's still there, at least until the edge gives way.
Bleak? Yes just a wee bit and I did wonder at the non tg tag with new author but it does sort of crossover if you wish it to. A song from one of those shows, Hair, Godspell, JC superstar comes to mind, I gets em muddled never having seen them just know a few of the songs sort of... anyway...Let The Sunshine... or mebbe just smile and the world smiles with you or something, ya's dead a looong time and it's probably dark too, hey ya gottta laugh, lifes a joke. Open the shutters eh, it might not be be quite that dark outside.
Kristina
ps yeah my grey squidgy bits go off of funny tangents too at times, see above comment... hah.
What Did You, Bleak, Get Out Of This?
Is it a cry of pain? Is it a statement of how your life feels? Do you despair of anything good ever happening?
There is more to life. Listen to a Chopin Sonata or Beethoven, who couldn't hear his own works at the end. Listen to the sheer exuberance of Chuck Berry or the melancholy of Muddy Waters.
Read Alys' "The Price To Pay" in these pages. Go and look at "The Man In The Golden Helmet". Visit a swimming pool frequented by kids and watch the horseplay and hear the shrieks of laughter.
Grey walls can be battered down if you care to try,
Joanne
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If you can write like that you are luckier than 50% of the world's population.
That has to be a positive thing?
There's only one way up from here!
LoL
Rita
Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter!
(Mark Twain)
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Rita
Oh dear ! We ARE feeling
Oh dear ! We ARE feeling sorry for us, aren't we?
There is a fine line between pathos and bathos. Alas, it is too too easy to go from the sublime to the ridiculous.
I think we have all probably felt like this at some time, but personally I would not have written it down. I hope it feels better to have got it out of your self. Sorry.
Briar
Briar