Sometimes I can't
Even begin to look
My mind closes
And my eyes wont open
Tomorrow I will die
I died today
My heart broke years ago
Though I cant remember when
Time is irrelevant
It means nothing to me
It's just another object
Another pointless thing
I have no past
There is no future
And the present I waste
In writing this poem
I'm sorry that you
Have felt to read this
Its wasted your time
Time you cannot get back
I did not mean
To rob you of time
Yet it was you who chose
To read this poem
I've lost the fight
Against existence
I'm inwardly crushed
My hopes are pulverised
Yet for me there is
A chance - real hope
You can decide
To be different to me.
"Life begins on the other side of despair" Jean-Paul Sartre
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Author:
dbremner (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The first two lines of the last part are typed in italics as they can equally be attributed to the first person who is telling the poem or the other person who the poem is being read to, almost as is the reader had been interupted by the listener.
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Comments1
If you were inclined you might classify it as reflection or else sad. A defeated, mournful cry, it yet grasps, gasping for life and fresh air as it finishes. Thought-provoking and rather poignant. A far cry from a year ago today?
You're right, quite different from last year! It's just a poem exploring the quote - I certainly didn't write it about myself. I'm glad to say!
Oh, I am thankful to know it is not about yourself! Excellent poem on the prompt then!
I dunno why, but it somehow happens that it is not until I awake in the mornings that something I have done, written or posted the previous day that seemed so fine, suddenly strikes me as problematic. Hence with this comment I left to greet you. As I awoke this morning it suddenly returned to my consciousness and seemed rather unfriendly and possibly hurtful. I hope it was not at all, for I do not want to hurt you ever. It was fun what we two enjoyed briefly a year ago that sits likely forever as a poignant memory, a treasure which will keep you forever sweetly familiar to me, a gem tinged bittersweet..
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