Poem 38. THE STRING

Could you count them?

    the moments I cried in misery
    the minutes  I sighed in discomfort
    the hours I stayed in desolation
    the days I isolated myself from this world
    the weeks I longed for a single word
    the months  I waited for a simple glance
    the times I felt the pain while holding on to the last string of hope

Who can tell?
Nobody could
Even I.

The last string is going to  surrender
And so am I.




*This is the video version of this poem. Hope you'll enjoy watching.
                       ----Dhaye

Author's Note

Reviews

[Pax]

how very profound...
sometimes you have to give-in in some situation...
there is a difference in giving up from giving-in...
like the lyrics of never let me go by florence + the machine:
"But I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in..."
when the hope is cut, you'll still have your faith on it that it will just go to a better one...

great piece!

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Thank you so much, Pax. Actually, I love piano and violin instrumentals. I make sad poems to use them... and I'm so happy when I read my piece with such musical background. That's why I'm making a video of each article...so that I can watch each of them even without the net.

[NeiL ArandA]

This rope is about to reach its breaking point .
Do we have a contingency plan ¿

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Haha! Neil, Neil. You're being funny in one of my emotional poems here.

Sometimes we say to be strong is not to give up. But there are some things you just have to let go. You have to give up. That's the breaking point. No contingency plan for that. The best step is to move on...

Thank you so much, Neil.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

This one seems to have been written from personal experience, it is so convincing and greatly moving, great work!!