I am done.

Friendship

I am done

The syllables were stones I had to break,
To build a language from a fractured chest.
Each jagged breath, a gamble I would take,
To earn the right to put my voice to rest.

 

I measured out the world in heavy miles,
Relearning how to stand upon the bone,
Through shifting sands and suffocating trials,
To claim the barren threshold of a home.

 

But tides have turned to iron in the night,
The landscape rises up to block the door.
I have exhausted all my store of fight,
And left my armor rusting on the floor.

 

The static screams, the silence grows too wide,
I’ve spent my life to make a single sound.
But now I let the aching currents slide;
My dignity is all that I have found.

 

Let echoes fade and let the struggle cease,
I lay the burden down upon the shore.
There is no victory, only hollow peace—
I do not care to be heard anymore.

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  • sorenbarrett

    I hear exhaustion in this write where good rhyme reinforces the feeling of having spent all one's energy and reserves to get to where one is and one is simply spent. Very well written.

  • mylastwrites

    We reach a point, where we just get too tired to care anymore. In so many ways I relate to this poem. Great write. Thank you for sharing.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    My friend, I know this pain...and honestly, I feel myself in a similar place lately. There comes a point when continually fighting to be understood costs more than silence. This reached me where I live. My heart and prayers are with you, dearest Friendship.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

    • Friendship

      Thank you, my friend cause I really need a lot of prayers right now.🌹❤️🙏❤️🙏

    • soheil khodaparasti

      You have expressed the cycle of a person's life beautifully, beginning with finding a voice, enduring hardship, facing exhaustion and surrender, letting go with dignity, and finally reaching acceptance. I like the strong opening, which immediately draws the reader into the speaker's struggle. I also like the powerful metaphors and vivid imagery, such as stones, shifting sands, iron tides, rusting armor, and the shore, which vividly mirror the speaker's emotional and spiritual journey. What makes the poem especially relatable is its realization that there comes a time when we must recognize our limits and let go with dignity.

    • ms.divine

      Well written ✍🏿

    • 2781

      I hear you.

    • mohammad ali

      So beautifully described as usual and so sadly felt a similar story! Yet, never remember, dear:

      O’ Joseph lost will sure return to Lone Home, grieve it not!
      The hut of grief will once be flower garden, grieve it not!
      O grieved the heart, you’ll soon be well,
      yourself to lose, so what?
      Distraught this head will once be set in order, grieve it not!
      On throne of grass if spring of life is long enough, you’ll spread
      The flower shade ov’r head, O sweet-voiced bird, so grieve it not!
      Though turn of wheel against our wish, some two days kindly not,
      The state of time will not be all the same, so grieve it not!
      Of world of secrets not aware, beware and hopeless not!
      Behind the scene are always hidden games, O' grieve it not!
      O heart, if flood of doom uproots the whole existence but
      Yours love and hope in heart, for
      storm of loneness, grieve it not!
      In desert, eager if you step toward your love and much
      Reproof the thorny bushes make against you, grieve it not!
      The way to home though much of danger, end of path so far,
      No path is there that hath no end, be hot and grieve it not!
      Separated now from sweetheart, mood
      against the rivals, but
      Our mood-revolving God would wholly
      know, O’ grieve it not!
      A corner poor, alone at dim nights, Friendship! Yet, until
      Your whispers lovely poems for pretty sweetheart, grieve it not!

    • mohammad ali



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