Poem -

Hope

To give up, I wanted, 
And life to throw away. 
Blind, I felt, unwanted. 
Out, there was no way. 

To cry and die I felt, 
And love was a waste. 
Pain was all I held, 
And "hope" I would chase. 

Alone I hit the ground 
Like an angel from the sky. 
I'd face another round 
And regret I did not die. 

Do you know how being alone feels?
What to do when nothing else heals?
When you scream so loud for so long
And everyone just think you're strong...
They will never hear
With their sinner ear
Your scream of pain, 
Your tears of rain. 
They will never care
With their envy glare
Of your broken heart, 
Or if you want to restart.

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Shirley Harrison

Wow, such emotion, love is everything and it is absolutely nothing depends on the people, I have spent my life writing about love, it's an amazing subject without rules and without vision every single person has their own unique experience. I hope this is fiction, if it's not then all you have to do is except you are free to be you, with no one to bring you down and remember it's always better to be alone than with the wrong person, a fact I myself know. When one is not looking, one will find it, that one person that makes them want to live want to smile want to laugh and want to love and in return be loved. This is a wonderful raw piece of poetry. 🌹 

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Lorena Andreea ...

Thank you very much for the nice words. I truly appreciate it. These are some thoughts and feelings that I accumulated over the years and experiences in my life. I truly agree with you, being alone it is much better than being with the wrong people except that fact that those wrong people are family....
Thank you again for your kind comment. ❤️

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sparrowsong

Hello Lorena...

Welcome to Cosmo!

Do you look at the people around you who lived a sheltered and protected life and home?

When their storm as they see it, to us it's just a breeze comes to them...

Is it your advice they seek?

In your heart you know you're glad to be strong...

Beautiful write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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Lorena Andreea ...

Hello and thank you for your kindness. 

Yes, whenever I'm out and looking on people faces all I can see is sadness, fear, and negative emotions. It feels like nobody is happy anymore and I truly understand their pain of living in this chaotic world, day by day, trying to survive and find themselves. It feels like people smiling, randomly, it's so rare... 

I wish everyone in this world to be happy and fullfill their dreams, and, of course, to never lose hope... Just like I did. 

Thank you again for the nice words and support. It really makes a change in this world and people's souls. 

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Bernie Martin

This gives me the impression of being a poem in three parts. The first part comprises the first 3 verses. And I agree with Shirley. These are raw words that as a reader you hope no one has to write but as a writer you also know that these feelings sometimes are exactly how it is. I think the two lines "and love was a waste, pain was all I held" are the fulcrum around which your first part revolves.
The second part is the next 4 lines and your third part with the shortened lines answers the questions you ask in the second part. I think the short lines are very effective. They heighten the emotion. The phrase "sinner ear" is particularly strong. 

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Yiyan Han

if you want to restart

keep going forward. Regards,Yiyan

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