Hope hangs like a noose
every time I wish for something
it pulls a little tighter
my words hang in the air
dryer than dry now....
crisp even...
scorching from the blazing sun
they've been there so long
lingering unwanted by your ears
as another promise gets broken
the hope turns sour, blacker than the night
magic proceeds to ash in my hands
when sour hope transforms to doubt
Doubt lifts my feet ever so slightly
knowing my words will never touch you
endless doubt that I'm not good enough,
tell me dear friend,
do you feel these feelings the same as I do?
am I the only one who feels life is almost not worth living?
Words turn to ash in my mouth
choking me,
filling my lungs with desperation
while my emotions strangle themselves
like a vice
now there's no emotion left to swallow
just the sour noose of crippling hope
laced with doubt that encircling my neck
cutting off my brain's oxygen
but I stay here, and I cry,
waiting......
patiently waiting.....
for my emotions to die.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2022 07:28
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this about two weeks go
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Well, Kitty's OK anyway. She's having enough adventures! lol.
lol she will be back
Your emotions may be falling katie but you have the strength within you to overcome the falling and bring the life and emotions up to the wonderful world which is all around you.
Andy
Thanks andy
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