Even if it’s wrong

Even if it’s wrong

 

Following the shadow of my lost and distant dreams,

longing for the smile I once wore

Nothing really matters or is close to what it seems,

trying just to even up the score

 

Pathways lead me walking to a place I don’t belong,

weaving here and there along the way

Counting out my steps I wonder, who could be so wrong,

shouting out with nothing much to say

 

Why is this so difficult, these worried twists and turns,

when my eyes can see what waits ahead

Finding each mistake is how another never learns,

maybe it was something that I said

 

Can’t you please direct me to the comfort that I seek,

just a guiding hand to point the place

Notice I am stronger when I feel so very weak,

see the promised look upon my face

 

Life can be so heavy in a funny wayward state,

weight upon my shoulders pressing down

Gazing to the future for the past is far too late,

poetry becomes my thorny crown

 

So, I sit here writing out my feelings once again,

fighting fast and hard throughout the night

For it is a curse, my hand just can’t put down this pen,

even if it’s wrong, these things I write

~

 

Reviews

[D. Mansfield]

Awesome writing, this was great, thank you

[willweb]

Thank you so much

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think when I was 18 and in college, I knew where I wanted to go even though I didn't.
Now I am there almost by accident...but it is where I want to be...
they say "accidents happen"---sometimes with luck, yes.
j.

[willweb]

The business I am in and have been for as long as I can remember is something I fell into but not something I ever thought I would do So lucky...maybe I was and maybe not so much. Thanks Jacob

[DIVYA]

A heartfelt poem that touches every poet who reads it. Our dreams are not often realized yet our passion for writing stays kindled till the very end. We often feel the need to justify our writing poetry and yet all we really need is to embrace ourselves and stay proud of our words always. Beautifully written, dear Willweb.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. It is so nice to see you again.

[Lorry]

It's never wrong to write with truth and emotion Will, it's just the way of the world today where everyone pretends there lives are wonderful and post constant selfies to another bunch of pretenders, pretending their lives are just fabulous. They are not.
Sometimes it's hard to tell if the robots haven't won already, as people have already became unemotional bots, searching for validation in a crowd that wouldn't recognise reality if it jumped off their plate and bit their face off.
But anyway, that's more a review on social media than your write, so I better reboot and start again in 5...4...3...2...1...
And I'm back! 😊
Wonderfully written, as ever, with just the slightest hint of how people are turning into unemotional robots and.... Oh no! I seem to be caught in a loop of error 404's... My files seam two bee corripted...

[willweb]

That's happens...time to reboot again and maybe this time get a larger size and your feet won't hurt as badly when you walk and leave the spurs behind, no need for any ridin today.
Thanks my friend.

[Neville]

even when it feels so very wrong, under the circumstances, how can it be anything but write .. perfectly penned my friend :)

[willweb]

Nicely stated my friend. Thanks for the visit and nice comment

[John the Baptist]

The speaker seems to be coming from a space of frustration, possibly from a series of rebuffs. No specifics are listed, but he seems to be looking for a new beginning, or for someone to direct him to it. By poem's end, he still hasn't found it, so he falls back on his poetry. Not the final outcome he wants, but his situation could damn well be worse.

[willweb]

Seems that some of us (probably meaning me) are always searching for that place they feel they truly belong. Though, they probably are in it (like me) and just haven't completely accepted it yet. Thanks so much John.

[Chris Shaw]

maybe it was something that I said

When pathways lead to a place you don’t belong, casting shadows on your dreams, that is a huge disappointment.

Your stanzas here convey that disappointment well. Another fine write will.

Chris

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Chris. Life is like that at times. You never know what the day will bring. Fortunately, most of them bring smiles, just a few frowns show up on the doorstep.

[Chris Shaw]

Concentrate on the smiles will. Have a great Friday.

Chris