Tired heart left unprotected from arrogance,
believing reality’s cruelness to be safely walled off from me.
Caught flat footed and unprepared for inevitable circumstance
with not any idea of what now will become of me.
Distressed, in this trench of discontent and disappointment,
who knew how crushing grief can evolve into,
leaving me wondering if I ever will be well again?
Losses like hammer blows in rapid succession
have favored hermit-like reclusion like before.
Unsure of accuracy of such desperate confession,
as if false ego is only the same coat that I ever wore.
Unnumbered pages of limbo turned by the wind
describe how I washed and washed,
unable to get clean.
Documentation of failure in another lurid novel,
not leaving out how the width of it left me to grovel
over the alibis that inhabit this silent labyrinth;
of regret, of hindsight, of I’m sorry.
Grasping at redemption using poetry as disguise,
weaky pretending I may still rise and discover
how to learn to be still.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Published: July 25th, 2025 00:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Last six months have been a real trial, struggling to stand on old weak legs.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 10
Comments4
Nicely expressed write, sense of losses not expected turning their life upside down, the struggles that have followed on the road back to normality, well written
Good to see you back, Dan! Excellent reading your work again and listen to your words on my page as well!🕊️🙏🏻
Failure and rejection can be wearing but like those that persevere at physical training muscles build over time and adversity builds strength. Good write
Excellent write
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