In a cocoon of my own making
I sit watching the world outside.
It is from this evil-spun world
I endeavor day and night to hide.
No place was ever carved for me,
no niche where I might serenely fit.
No table was set with me in mind,
no corner, nor least little bit.
Tossed to the vagaries of life
as if it were a shark-infested shoal,
I have struggled to make myself a
part of something, a plan - a goal.
Always the misfit, no room of my own.
Languishing in self-oblivion quite dark.
No lights to guide my night-sailing ship. . .
only grief and loneliness gray and stark.
If I held out my trembling hand to you,
would you take it and care about me?
If I chanced a chill mote of friendship
would you pull me until I was free?
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I really liked the "chill mote" image in this poem - you have expressed your feelings well in this poem - it has a lovely flow and is easily understood by a wide audience that can relate to your experience
I wish you well!
Keep writing
Polly
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This is how I feel sometimes myself. But to not care for others when they hurt, even if they are never there for you, guess it is something so hard to do. Best to you Bandit
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Moving write!
Sis..I visualize what you are saying...Life has had many hurts..You have so much caring for others..because you know all about it..Such a write my dear...right from your heart...Bookmarking because this speaks your story so well...Magnificent!
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Sentiments and feelings expressed very well in these lines; liked the flow, rhythm and rhyme you have used here. There are always others out there in similar situation, and others who will take one's hand and offer friendship and caring.
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It is hard to hold someones hand and really know how they feel, it is such a selfish angry world right now, but I say never give up, never stop trying, there is always someone out there who needs You.
A sad piece to read, as your imagery was very telling and touching.
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This is quite a pensive poem you have written here, Wolfie. You have marked yourself a spot that needs to be taken in a hand of friendship and love. Please feel free to think of my hand as one of friendship to you. I have long arms that could pull you from your loneliness and darkness. Also know, that I feel your pain. As an abuse survivor, I feel your pain. Be free.
Joan.
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ah, well put! i like the imagery...very appropriate.
so many days i loose hope, having the feelings you worded so well.
i like the last stanza a lot. yea, the world is very very cruel and in my opinion, most people are very selfish. i know i am. but ive realized, everyone needs someone.
here's my hand
♥ your long lost daughter
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Outstanding
This is a poem all about loneliness when the world seems dark and empty. It is also about not fitting in about struggling to find a niche to call your own. I liked the way you explored your feelings and the way you reached out for help at the end of the poem -no one wants anyone to feel this way. I thought this was a strong poem written with a sense of despair at a world that can at times seem very alien.
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This is a very reflective write. I sense much solitude and yearning within these words. Thank you for sharing.
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