The Certainty Of My Life

a poem about absence of hope.

The Certainty of My Life

 

There is nowhere left to run for cover,

No safe place in which to hide.

No help from sister or from brother,

No angel to save me from this life.

 

He has hurt my heart so badly,

How can I deal with this pain anymore?

He will never understand me,

Does he not realise my heart is sore?

 

How I wish I were an eagle,

A breeze fleeting through my wings.

Or perhaps a calm, blue ocean,

Or a valley complete with springs.

 

I am writing my feelings down,

As no other soul understands.

They assume I just seek sympathy,

That my life is safe in their hands.

 

I shall lay down to sleep now,

To dream of all but pain.

And I shall smile while I am dreaming,

Of the things that keep me sane.

 

I shall then wake up tomorrow,

Those happy dreams will flee my mind,

And everything shall be a disaster,

That is the certainty of my life.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[ImSJ]

One thing is for certain, my friend. Certainty in love or life there is none. No, none at all. There is, however, a massive probability that I will tell you that this poem needs a massive amount of work to make any sense beyond the obvious impression that the writer is experiencing some emotional pain. Having said that I shall also say that there is some good raw material to work with here. A tip: measure your meter. Lay a good foundation to support the structure of the poem. Press on and keep working!