Whimper in Defeat


I’m so weary of life

my wounds are open and sore

pain bends my back in despair

eyes half blinded see only blurs

yet the anger and hatred

the world expels

is all too vivid and real,

like a too bright morning sun

that burns tear filled eyes.

Even in the light of day

darkness is all I see

it fills my soul and mind

the air so think I cannot breathe

it suffocates and blends with the scent

of the flowers overpowering perfume.

Wasted moments lie by the wayside

fill the gullies and ditches

empty hands reach to grasp the edge

but find only loose rocks and sand,

with each struggle to survive

the weariness grows heavier

until it pulls me under

and I whimper in defeat.

  • Author: baj-a (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 15th, 2013 07:03
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 22


  • bigwolf

    A sad write baj-a.

  • sokibgb

    Today your poem is very sad but full of beauty. Tomorrow i hope there will be a song in your life and a heart full of happiness, soki

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