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Life's Center Lost

My heart is breaking for you my friend
I watch in fear as I follow your route

Slow destruction in each step

You’ve walked before this slippery slope
Stumbling and falling along the way

Killing your body to kill the pain

Who will rescue from the mire?
Who will give you hope again?

No person here can fill that void

Your worth is lost, your purpose gone
The center of life lost to your gaze

Hopeless you wander in this fog

Treasures you hold unknown to others
Tarnished with rust from lack of use

A life fulfilled is within them

I pray, I watch, I pray again
Painfully loving and hurting for you

Tis only One answer I know to give


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  • Rowan gold member
    October 29
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    It's so hard to watch the ones you love be self-destructive, isn't it. Lovely work.

  • janeofdreams silver member
    October 15

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    This poem represents one of the most difficult things that you must do for someone you care about---watch them make serious mistakes. You've captured that sense of deep care but inability to go through the action to "make it better". Ultimately, you did all you could do, "pray, watch, pray again". It is a painful process for both, but when you are the one who can clearly see the destruction, it is most frustrating. Good title for this state.

  • Oh, nice...Love it, When reading the first two lines, my stomach did a little flip flop. Doesn't happen too often, great job!


  • Camille Morin gold member
    October 14

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    This conveys the deep frustration and sense of loss found in watching someone you care for on a path of self destruction. It is horrifying as well as sad, isn't it? I found these lines especially poignant:

    "Treasures you hold unknown to others
    Tarnished with rust from lack of use"

    We are never more powerless than when we are when we cannot save someone from themselves. Your pain was brushed softly all over this poem. Wonderful writing.

    Love,
    Camille