Hopeless

Hopeless

A Poem by Cobblestone Traveler


Unable to proceed, all action useless
Not even a standstill, a backslide
A constant fight, moment by moment
Is this the tune of the rest of my days?

Limb by limb, I slowly sacrifice
Hurling into the flames for mercy
Consumed and turned to midnight smoke
Ever demanding and never enough

Bound to the blind missteps of my past
My self-inflicted prison stained in crimson
How is it expected of me to survive
When breathing is nothing but exhalation?

I'm afraid I am already in the coffin
Bearing the futility of dreams
And witnessing volumes of victories
By those unstained and born privileged

And even when I crumble and decay
Earth will be impatient with me still
Hungry for the very last offering
It will collect me until I'm gone

© 2017 Cobblestone Traveler


Author's Note

Cobblestone Traveler
Photo: https://www.flickr.com/photos/cmichel67/20636914458

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ah to throw our misbehaving parts to the flames
will their be anything left... I often wonder this myself
but do we compare to the truly unstained/privileged
or is it those that will really be scathed?
stumps and broken reads- those are piece where something can be done.

I really relate and like this piece- the edge of damnation or can we be revived- the last bits of you and me?

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cobblestone Traveler

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your thoughtful review! Yes, the stained and broken sometimes have the upper hand due .. read more



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Struggle of life till we are done and dusted. Good choice of words and expression!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cobblestone Traveler

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much. It was nice to go back in time and see how far I've come in life.
This is a very powerful piece of writing, keep up the good work! :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cobblestone Traveler

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much.
Powerful thoughts shared in the poetry.
"I'm afraid I am already in the coffin
Bearing the futility of dreams
And witnessing volumes of victories
By those unstained and born privileged "
The above lines. Honest thoughts stated. Sometime we feel defeated before we began. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cobblestone Traveler

7 Years Ago

I appreciate your review. Exactly, it can feel like there no point in trying whenever there is no si.. read more
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

But we can't give-in or give-up. Better to be the lion than the sheep. You are welcome.
ah to throw our misbehaving parts to the flames
will their be anything left... I often wonder this myself
but do we compare to the truly unstained/privileged
or is it those that will really be scathed?
stumps and broken reads- those are piece where something can be done.

I really relate and like this piece- the edge of damnation or can we be revived- the last bits of you and me?

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cobblestone Traveler

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your thoughtful review! Yes, the stained and broken sometimes have the upper hand due .. read more

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Added on April 11, 2017
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