Loss

This is a pretty accurate portrayal of my reaction to recent events.

 

Lying, wishing just to sleep,

but stopped by heavy thoughts that seep

through vaulted halls of mind that’s clouded

fogged by shame, in despair shrouded.

Fetal on the floor, daydreaming

of happiness once had, redeeming

sparks of joy that, long ago

were all the world had need to know.

 

Anxieties and fears replaced

by senses dulled and lengthened face.

An apathy so all-consuming

left nothing in soul’s garden blooming.

Shades of grey and shrunken letters,

as experiences exchange the fetters

of worry, pain, and stinging loss

for shackles robbing life of gloss.

 

Sun won’t shine, snow doesn’t glisten,

and sighing trees neglect to listen.

Rain is silent as it hits the ground

for nothing’s left when your soul has drowned.

Tugged under by a sweeping tide

of sore confusion and betrayed pride,

battered heavily by their lashes

yet willing to take the gruesome gashes;

these wounds inflicted represent

at least some small acknowledgement

of my existence, shows I mattered.

So even if I’m beaten, battered,

still I relish each small encounter

though every one just makes you flounder.

 

One would think, with all this pain

I’d wish not to see them again.

Yet never would I dare to end

this small contact with former friends.

Though I feel like crying at night,

though each sighting gives me a fright,

I’d rather all these pains go through

than bear the thought of losing you.

Reviews

[Vesa Lee]

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battered heavily by their lashes
yet willing to take the gruesome gashes;
these wounds inflicted represent
at least some small acknowledgment
of my existence, shows I mattered.
...................
Very well expressed.
Brought to mind a few of my own loved ones.
Friends who also just want to be wanted.
Shows great vulnerability.
I think most anyone can relate to this on a personal level.
Great job.

[~crazy Beautiful~]

this line
"Fetal on the floor, daydreaming
of happiness once had"
Vivid imagery

so sad, yet beautful
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[Amor-de-angel]

That is amazing. I love the flow,the rhyme everything about it.

Sun won't shine, snow doesn't glisten,
and sighing trees neglect to listen.
Rain is silent as it hits the ground
for nothing's left when your soul has drowned.

Well done and thanks for entering the contest