So Sick

So Sick

A Poem by Correspondence
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Tired of the daily toil..?

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Tried to sail away,
But my hope splintered 
Thousands of pieces
Tried to save them,
But each cut my skin

Just leave them be 

Ripped open, expecting to find hope
Even the shallowest of truths 
To cling to 
Instead finding black
The ghastly phantom
Chokes me

So sew me up

I'm tired
Sick of it

Want to feel something
Real
True

Tired of having nothing
Feeling numb

Sick of tears
The only thing I'm made of
Will it ever run dry?

This ocean of tears
Drowning me
With its isolation

This mountain of hurt
Crushing me 
With its brutality

Maybe my tears, my hurt,
Will come together 
Create an island

To find refuge

A haven for my mind

Instead this little land
Kills me
Loneliness, 
Those icy fingers rip my heart out
That violent island

Maybe I'll go to the shore
Swim far away
Create hope anew another day

But my arms ache
Legs sink
I drown 
Lungs fail
Mayday

What is worse,
Choking in that deserted isle, 
Or drowning in those accursed tears? 

After all, it's what almost killed me

© 2018 Correspondence


Author's Note

Correspondence
Open to critique/suggestions. Also open to ideas for what the picture shall be :)

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thanks again and hi again many thanks for entry into my other competition.
enjoyed your write, dont underestimate your talents here or as a person. good luck

Posted 5 Years Ago


Your poem is uncomfortably realistic. I can’t decide whether to love it for how honest your words are being expressed, or to kinda scoot away, repelled by the negative outlook. The hopelessness is almost too much to take. One gets the idea that no matter what this narrator tried, the result would be the same – horribly dismal. But the reason I can’t reject this unrelenting hopelessness is becuz of the artfully honest way you express yourself. This is some of the most creative ways I’ve ever seen hopelessness painted. Usually it’s blah & bleak. But you’ve actually put a lot of thought into observing & recording how it can feel to be going thru the ups & downs of trying to find something to cling to throughout life. Good job, even tho it’s a hard message for me to like! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


love this thanks for asking me to be your friend my pleasure you are a great interesting writer, look fwd to reading more

Posted 5 Years Ago


Correspondence

5 Years Ago

Thank you ! I have found this site very helpful; I am glad to be able to contribute to it.
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

5 Years Ago

im sure its helped a lot of us
glad to see you here
Correspondence

5 Years Ago

Many thanks

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Added on June 19, 2018
Last Updated on June 20, 2018
Tags: poetry, sad, tired, indecisive, hopeless, refuge

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