To Be Voted Out

emptypot

 

Ambitions take time

This had taken all of mine

It would have been my father’s dream

Arranged by my plans and scheme

Inch by inch, chip by chip

To make him proud

And to dare to think it aloud

 

 

But it’s all come to nothing

Just bluffing, no fuckin thing

Just a waste,

A taste so bitter

I hope I now understand

Not to build hopes on sand

Look elsewhere for something better

 

 

My self-belief made so small

By a ballot, it was made nothing at all

No one noticed a part of me die

I shake hands; say “Goodbye”

Bite my tongue

Don’t cry

Don’t stay and don’t look behind

Nevermind

Be the bigger man and let them off light

Just say “good night” and crawl away

And hope tomorrow is another day

 

 

But, it’s hard to let it go

As the days flow by

Is that it, with nothing more spoken

“. . . can I watch the things I gave my life to,

shattered and broken?”1

Betrayed not by a kiss

Or a stab in the back

But by the apathy of once good friends

It ends

 

 

1 Borrowed from Rudyard Kipling, "IF"

 

 

 

  • Author: emptypot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2024 05:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the bleakest, darkest poem I've ever written. Full of self-pity. I thought many times whether to share it or burn it. But then, maybe we have to accept that we're not perfect, and perhaps it's a good thing to show our imperfections to others, and perhaps Leonard Cohen is right: "There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in" Should I have burnt it? Let me know
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  • Tony36

    Great write

  • emptypot

    Thank you

    It wasn't the greatest of feelings that I've threaded into the words.

    But, I'm old enough to be bewitched by the technology that shouts across 4,500 miles from Sussex to Missouri, to find a reader.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Let you know? Let who Know? We haven't been properly introduced. You can find out about me (Public Profile), I know nothing of you.
    However anyone who can quote one of my favourite Leonard Cohen lines has already gone a long way to being OK, in my view.



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