Before It Burns

Before It Burns

A Poem by Adam Greenfield

 

At what point
do you cut your losses
            and yourself
and say,
this is not living?
 
I could easily
with no hesitation
end it today
and feel
I did the right thing
because one can only
take so much
of losing
before it burns
all the joy out of life
like the sun
clearing the fog
on a summer’s morning.
 
It seems harder
to remain alive
with the continuous barrage
of rocks
thrown my way,
 
            stoned but not feeling
 

            empty but fed up

 

            cut yet no longer bleeding.

 

I’ve loved

I’ve laughed
I’ve cried
I’ve held hate in my hands
I’ve bled contentment
and still it’s not enough
to feel alive
or worth it.
 
I’ve given all I can
            all I have
with nothing in return.

© 2008 Adam Greenfield


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I love this. It touches me in a very true and personal place.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I have been here and I have felt the need to leave, the echo of an empty soul but it's never time to leave, the game is never over and there is a way to reach the surface. Find what makes you happy and hold firm.

Posted 14 Years Ago


hmm...sad but good, really.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1) eat some ice cream. though its a bad habit to get into, its a delicious treat thats sure to make you a little bit happier.

2) Pet a kitten. Noone can be pissed at a kitten, dude.

3) Jump into a pool naked. Not only will you get the enjoyment of feeling the water in all the right places, but the shock of cool water will distract you from your seemingly depressing life.

Posted 15 Years Ago


i really dig this poem, many-a people must have felt this way one time or another- i know i have. but these are great thoughts at being content with what's been done, and in the end, you accept what's happened in life and am happy with it. right on

Posted 15 Years Ago


take so much
of losing
before it burns
all the joy out of life
empty but fed up
cut yet no longer bleeding.
I've loved
I've laughed
I've cried
I've held hate in my hands
I've bled contentment
and still it's not enough
to feel alive
or worth it.

I've given all I can
all I have
with nothing in return.

Just so many good lines that spell out how hard life can be and the toll it sometimes takes on us. Be of good cheer my cafe friends. I have crawled back from the pit of hell on more than one occasion. Better days are ahead. It is possible to heal if you put your mind to it. Superb write!

Posted 15 Years Ago


mmm hmm intense, but delicate, precise, lyrical too all in an offbeat clean way. A very clear mind juxtaposed with pain. Thanks for sharing this.

Posted 15 Years Ago


this worries me. i find it hard to see past the pain and hopelessness of this to an objective viewpoint... i hope you're ok...

Posted 15 Years Ago


what a great poem, you really captured that feeling of hopelessness and weakness taht we all feel from time to time. i'm sure everyone has felt just as you put it, empty but fed up, and you've captured it so well and so eloquently. great write!

Posted 15 Years Ago


this is intense; yes, it's morose, but i've been there... so i can definitely relate. it's like.. there's just no point... and you don't see anything changing anytime in teh future, so what point is the future?

"like the sun
clearing the fog
on a summer's morning."

i loved that.... what a fantastic way to say that.....

beautiful piece


Posted 15 Years Ago



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Adam Greenfield
Adam Greenfield

San Diego, CA



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