I'm done trying.
Apologies
Crawling on my knees
Smiling through the freeze
out between us
calmly bending with no fuss
getting nowhere fast
how long can I last
at this pace?
Flat on my face
asking for grace
looking you in the eye
eating humble pie
atoning for wrongs
long gone
still trying trying trying
to hold on to
you.
to something real
while losing touch- my feel
for the situation
losing the plot
but I'm not
Am I?
Have I already lost?
paid the cost?
Are we now through?
Have I lost
have I really
finally
forever
lost you?
Yes.
I am done.
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Judey Kalchik
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Harbinger of Despair
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizziabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
I...apologize? Seriously, this was very heartfelt and deep... And are you okay?
This was me last year. Now it's time to rebuild who I was <3 Great poem, Jud <3
You created a vivid picture of exhaustion and resolution in your poem. I hope this was good therapy to write.
Oh yes, what Sara said. The poor heart has to bear so much sadness, be kind to it, be kind to yourself and let your wings fly free. That is the only solution. Sometimes we can't see far enough ahead to see the stepping stones free our souls.
It's a hard realization when it finally hits. But when it does, you just KNOW it's right. Great work.
So very sad. But a great poem, Judy.
Too relatable. The rhymes feel like they came too easily. Hope you're alright <3