Leaving alone

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I think the past is a part of the future,

crystal ball stories I've read once before

Lonely predictions that paint rosy pictures,

cartoon creations of what lies in store

 

Looking behind is the same as is forward,

recalling moments my heart it did spend

Only to find it eventually broken,

crying the same tears I did once again

 

Over and over, not hard to remember,

what I will see becomes all that I saw

Finding a dream only leads to a nightmare,

when I’m awake or when slumber does call

 

Sad is the knowledge, I’ve seen this all happen,

starting my journey through life on my own

How it began is the way it will finish,

saying hello and then leaving alone

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Willweb, loneliness is a b***h,
the awakening to a rude dream you depict
the past is the future, love that
being alone, but is it, vacant?
crying for what you once had, (not true love I hear)
forgive my interpretation, but a poem is inherent, intrinsic within the author,
it cannot be so obvious to the reader, dear,
great write! Enjoyed it very much,,
----1809 Black Plague December

[willweb]

Thanks, poems speak in different ways to different people. I am happy this one spoke to you.

[1809 Black Plague December]

yes, I agree, yes much agreed. I'd say so.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

It's not bad... I like it...

You have a good poetic style...

Just can't really relate to all that your poem says...

To each one... it's own.

It's good poetry!

;)

[willweb]

Thanks so much. I know what you mean. Often I read something and think...I don't really feel that way but if the poem is written well, I like it. Thanks for stopping by

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Great man... we all have our own style...

You write well in my opinion...

read moreGreat man... we all have our own style...

You write well in my opinion...

;)

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

There is a definitive truth to this that I know all too well. What hurts the most is being hurt the most by the one that you love the most, when you are at your happiest and everything falls apart. The heart becomes rusty, and the key is harder to turn. Trust is such a valuable commodity that you keep it to yourself.

This, for me, is one of your more poignant writes; and I like to see you explore the depth of these feelings.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Linda Marie. You remember that song by The Miracles, "Tears of a clown?" Well, this happy go lucky poet has face his share of sad times and a broken heart to boot. Funny how I can just reach in and pull this feeling out again, it will always be there I suppose.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Sad is the knowledge, I’ve seen this all happen,
starting my journey through life on my own
How it began is the way it will finish,
saying hello and then leaving alone"
Will, these melancholy lines are contemplative and insightful. Your poems/songs are so musical. The emotion, rhyme and rhythm are superb. The themes of time and love are so personal. They are just waiting to be sung. They linger in my memory long after I've read them.

[willweb]

Oh my Annette, your comment on my poem humbles me and I don't even know what to say. Thank you so very much. I just write and hope someone enjoys it. I am floored by this review, it took my breath away. Thank you again my friend.

[DIVYA]

Looking behind is the same as is forward,
recalling moments my heart it did spend
Only to find it eventually broken,
crying the same tears I did once again

Words that sum up life in such a uniquely fascinating way. Indeed, life is so repetitive, it can drive one crazy after a time. It's the same victories, the same wars, the same losses, the same loves and the same peeves over and over again. Overtime, we become a parody of ourselves and everything becomes stale and cliched. And before we know, its time to go. Sometimes, like you, I wonder, is there nothing left to dream about? A very cerebral poem, dear Willweb. It gave me so much to think about.

[willweb]

Yes my friend, it all seem so repetitive. like we are on a revolving plate the just keeps coming back to the same starting point. Though the scenery does change as we go around, many other factors are just reruns of prior experiences. Thank you Divya.

[DIVYA]

You're most welcome, my friend. I agree.

[FGFRANKLIN]

This was almost heartbreaking. The loneliness of it. I'm more of an opinion that time isn't the linear concept that most tend to believe. The past, present and future are all mingled and crisscrossed in the space/time continuum. There are intersections where the past and present or the present and future meet in alternate realities perhaps. Life is one hell of an adventure, I'll say that. It's beautiful, frightening, sad, glorious, painfully sweet, heartbreakingly bitter and very, very short. I like Stephen King's story "My Pretty Pony" about the passing of time. I don't know that we've done this all before but that thing you can only say in French seems to happen to a lot of people. We may feel like life is an endless lonely struggle at times but we must remember how fate can turn on a dime and change everything. I figured once I'd be spoiling my visiting grandchildren at this point of my life. My grandchildren are in Alaska 4500 miles away and I'm raising an eight year old little girl that's thirty years younger than her sister. Starting over. Starting over is never easy, especially if your health isn't the best and you're an old fart struggling to get out of bed every day. But man, when those little arms go around my neck and I get smothered in kisses and "I love you daddy's" I realize how blessed I truly am. I wish that sort of joy for everyone. But not everyone wants the responsibility it comes with, I'm sure. I only know I won't be leaving this world alone and I'll be leaving behind something that will grow and become better with time. I'm watching my flowers blossom in my garden; trying to keep them healthy with nourishment, water and sun. Keep the faith. Who knows what secrets life may hold? I hope it holds some unexpected pleasures left for you in it. I enjoyed the thought invoking read.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Fabian. yes, it must be rough with the grandchildren so far away but I am sure that 8 year old brings a lot of joy (and maybe a few headaches) to your world. Thanks so much for stopping by.

[Coyote Poetry]

The below lines are true Will.
"Sad is the knowledge, I’ve seen this all happen,
starting my journey through life on my own
How it began is the way it will finish,
saying hello and then leaving alone"
Age and knowledge. Teaches us, we should of been kinder. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thanks my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Will.