Left Behind
It seems that lately I'm writing poems that make little to no sense to me...but here is another one lol
I live my life a product,
of a dream I've left behind
I breathe the air of constant pain,
still harbored in my mind
All dreams consist of bitter hate,
consumed by memories
That emerge as chaos veiled in rage,
while chained to misery
These echoes ring inside my head,
but silence haunts my soul
With all this anger in my heart,
I slowly lose control
While torment reigns I struggle through,
to end this poisoned hold
But peace has turned her back on me,
and left me in the cold
Now, all that stands within my reach,
are lonliness and time
Though I lived my life a product,
of the dreams I left behind
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Okay! you've got me going in circles! but sometimes a merry go round can be merry! putttt on the brakkkes I'm dizzy! lol! I think I got it, thanks for sharing, I love it!.......................Jim
Lol....please explain it to me, cause I have no clue lol.
Thanks for the comment and your time to read it
I get it...or I get what I want from it...regret, angst, despair...and yearning, for all that is lost, destroyed or never was...hugs 💕
Thank you Marion for the comment, and I think you may have hit the nail on the head with your analysis lol. After thought and a reread, I believe you got it lol
wonderful poem
Thank you Greg for your time and your comment, both are always appreciated
I understand just where you are coming from my friend...makes absolute sense..so well written and wonderfully flowing but with a haunting, melacholy that grabs the reader and remains with them. Thank you for sharing this difficult piece with us. Lodigiana x
Thank you Lodigiana, I apologize for the extremely late reply.....life sometimes rears its ugly head lol and you have to deal with it.
But I certainly appreciate your time to read this and your comment, thank you.
Pure! What a fantastic and deeply powerful read. I'm so sorry I missed it my friend. I had a dark spot too, comparing my thoughts and feelings to white noise, completely overbeared... Man oh man I wish you come back to Cosmos soon. Your such a great writer, expressing your feelings through your poetry. Hope you step well my friend, Max