False Hopes Long-Abandoned (Ode To What Never Was)

Written in 8th grade.

Two years is a long time
to feel the same thing;

to stand still,

everything around you 

moving at the speed of light, 

and they left you behind.

The cold, fresh spring
reminds me of then,
reminds me of now,

and I know somehow,

that one day this won't matter,
that one day this will end.

But that day is not today. 

For now,

I will be content knowing
that through this age of darkness,

I found myself.

And maybe it's a sign
to reach into my subconscious
and pull out these words 

of false hopes long-abandoned.

Maybe I'm just not ready to let go,
even though I know I should.

If only I would listen to myself,

for I am yet to be found.

Reviews

[RareRed]

Simple and yet expresses what we've all felt at one time...that feeling that we just aren't quite ready to let go of someone we know we must. Good write

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

Very simple, the images are a bit weak, but the strength of the emotion pulls the poem along. I miss the commas and periods, I think adding them might add to the flow. But remember - no one has to like your words but you. best of luck and keep writing :)

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I loved this piece. All of us will one day find that we are not ready to let go of someone, of something, or maybe even some place. Keep writing.
Bethany

[Just Manoosh]

This is a brilliant piece, so dark and detailed yet easy to read and understand, maybe I am not ready to let go either. I loved the last stanza.

Maybe I'm just not ready to let go
Even though I know I should
If only I would listen to myself
For I am yet to be found.

Mx

[Prudence Desideria]

*stares* wow... dark... It's impersonal and so very from the depths of experience at the same time. I get this hard core classic movie vibe from the words. They seem young and old at the same time, sorrowful and contemplating. Almost a bit clinical. I don't know. There's something so thoughtful about them, drawling almost... Is that making sense? Very nicely put together, there is a lot of angst and a bit of a dark ending too...

[Alyssa Dufresne]

-is dumbfounded-...............................................wow~Midnight Writer

[Sometimes A Mediocre No..]

The first two lines of this poem drew me. There's a haunting and enigmatic quality to expressing a powerful idea without qualifying it immediately, then letting it slowly reveal through the rest of the poem. Nice job.