Lonely Eyes

Accidental Poet

 

Everywhere I turn

I see sadness in lonely eyes

Questions we ask

Of what, where, how and whys

 

So many souls

Carrying the weight of pain

Years of emotional hurt

And tears that fall like rain

 

We hold ourselves

Prisoners of our past

Slowly moving forward

And going nowhere fast

 

One thing we’ve learned

Is ourselves to blame

Hidden in our past

Is from where it came

 

In growing up we’re told

Contradictions of love and hate

Who will be the one

To deal the hand of fate?

 

Only if one of us can you know

How deep go the roots of pain

So young it may start,

The conditioning of the brain

 

Take away our dignity

Strip us of natural pride

Push us into a corner

With shame we will hide

 

With smiles some of us

Might hold our own

Until depression sinks in

And makes us feel alone

 

In a crowded room

We look for the nearest door

Ironically by ourselves

We desperately need so much more

 

As I look around

From one stranger to the next

In their eyes I see they’re like me

Feeling as though they’ve been hexed

 

Before us a grim picture

With shared lonely eyes we see

Frowns outnumbering the smiles

A growing minority we’ve come to be

 

All we can do is

Be there for each other

With hugs and prayers

Like true loving Sister and Brother

 

With sympathetic heart

To my siblings of guilt I call

I want you to know

I understand you all

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2002

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2018 07:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: Here's a poem I wrote back in 2002. Recovery is a long road, and the only way to move on is to put one foot in front of the other. It isn't easy, but one step at a time makes it happen.
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 44
  • Users favorite of this poem: marlenawood, marquisha, Poetic Dan
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  • Lorna

    In a crowded room
    We look for the nearest door
    Yikes! How many times have I done this! You're seeing what most people try not to show AP............

    • Accidental Poet

      Sooner or later we have to tell it like it is. Thanks for the read Lorna.

    • Resa71

      Your words sum up such a picture of truth for me.
      And yes, recovery is a long, tidious road to travel.
      But, we must march through.
      Beautifully written poem!
      Thank you for sharing.
      Resa

      • Accidental Poet

        Thank you for reading Resa. Recovering from anything is never easy, but always well worth it.

      • orchidee

        Good write AP.

      • skyebellasario

        Lovely write AP!

        • Accidental Poet

          Thanks sky. Always appreciate your reading.

        • Goldfinch60

          Very good write showing the horror of depression.

        • marlenawood

          I really enjoy an love this piece a lot keep on writing my friend ❤️

          • Accidental Poet

            Thank you Marlena, I'm delighted you enjoyed my poem. And as I'm sure you know, once a poet, always a poet.

          • marquisha

            Frowns outnumbering the smiles.... this whole poem speaks all truth!! It's like you know me so well w/o knowing me.... I love this poem! Great write...

            • Accidental Poet

              Thanks marquisha for reading and your compliment.
              In life, we experience emotions
              To experience emotions, we need to vent
              To vent, we become poets
              So all poets have a common thread

            • Poetic Dan

              O the days I have like this, my friend your amazing at being perfectly you. As are us all helping each other heal those inner wounds, thank you this one sent down to a root.

              • Accidental Poet

                Thanks Dan. I hope you don't have too many days like this. Take care.

              • kevin browne

                And your making it, my friend. you're a great fella and a great poet, also. let the steamroller start up it's engines and flatten out those dignity issues because you have tons of it. great work, AP.

                • Accidental Poet

                  Thanks Kevin for the read and compliment.



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