Am I alive
Was I always dead
Future spinning in my head
Day of release
Moment of pleasure
The weight of waiting for better
Worse is always on the way
Just another day
Tomorrow it will be gone
Back I’ll be
To a time I thought was done
Never over
Never ending
Promise is not a path to mending
It’s a falsity
A lie
It’s all just pretending
For now
And every now that feels forever
Hoping for less is a hopeless endeavor
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Author:
KittyKoala (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2022 00:42
- Comment from author about the poem: It's a struggle to go on when hope seems like wasted energy.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Very emotive words Kitty. In my lfe all is wonderful, just look for that spark of light in your life and all will be well.
Andy
Thank you Andy, I tend to focus on the positive but the negative always lingers behind it. I'm still looking for that spark but I'm sure I'll find it!
Hope is never a fruitless, endeavour
admittedly, it sure does take its time
to materialise, tangible results
but then again, like most good things
in life, eventually we realise
there is meaning, in our hours of waiting...
(thanks for sharing, dear poet
stay strong, sweet treats - help
so treat yourself, once in a while)
Very true words. I am grateful for the hope that carries me through, but sometimes it slips away from me. I tend not to write poetry when I'm smiling. Another sweet comment, thank you.
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