My life a harrowing tale of failure,
a black, dark abyss of emptiness.
That emptiness engulfs my
wandering, lost soul, becoming souless and trapped
in todays lost society
of drugs and alcohol consumption.
Sleep my only release from
temptations out-stretched hand.
Relief, as my eyes shut,
for only a moments time.
My dreams spin and dance a
waltz in my cluttered head.
Images of my first kiss, goals of
becoming a teacher, and hopes of
marriage and a family.
They all collide,
connecting into a maddening heap.
Creating a vivid whirlwind,
of my perfect, dream captured life...
It all collapses, falling fast to
the dirty, dust encrusted floor.
I am shrowded by the blackest darkness, as loss sets in.
Surrounded by a cloud of ominous fog.
My future unseen, and I unknowing.
I wake...
Surrounded by my reality.
That nightmarish, ghastly reality
of failure and defeat.
That vivid whirlwind of
what could be, locked in
tomorrows unseen, hiding shadow.
Author notes
This is an old poem of mine i re-worked. Now all it is, is a poem about not knowing what tomorrows circumstances will be
How was this one??
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I think I remember the original of this one. Good read. The more we write the better we get, so reworking some of the oldies is a good idea. Thanks for sharing.
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I always love when you come and read my stuff it truly shows me how much I have grown as a writer. Thank you
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Well I have loved all your poetry so far, Your so talented your going on my favorites.
Great write!
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Thank you for placing me on your favs
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Relateable
I kno all to much about WhirlWinds & being caught in an endless spiral of never stopping trappingness.. I know all to well
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thanks for the comment
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Hey, sometimes revisiting an old poem can bring back old memories. I loved the emotion in this piece.
mj.
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