The Hopeful and The Hopeless.

The Hopeful and The Hopeless.

A Poem by Chris

Two friends are given a task. One always stood up for the other, he was the fist at the end of the others arm. Towards the end, the arm went numb. The hand, however, kept fighting.


Welcome to the end,

so few have survived past this point.

I have lost faith in us friend...

Why were the ones they chose to anoint?

I suppose the heavens will tell us soon enough...

I just wish we had more time...

Why couldn't they choose someone tough?

Send one who committed a crime?

If we sit here any longer,

your questions will go unanswered.

They chose us for there is no pair stronger.

Criminals dare not face the darkness we've stirred.

Try to understand that I will never give in

and keep in mind that on my life I swore,

I won't let you die for we are like kin.

So please lift yourself from the floor.

Friend you try to hard,

You must know that it's inevitable?

Death shall be our only reward,

your efforts were commendable.

I shall never accept that as your fate

and neither shall you.

By the end it is me you will hate.

My life I would give for few.

Now consider yourself the sole survivor.

You have a family who wants you back

and I only have a bar stool to cover.

If you die, then a reason for life I'll lack.

My friend, surely you lie...

How could this be true?

For me you would just die?

I had no clue...

It matters not,

Now please just run for me,

I shall be the only one to rot

and my death is not a sight I wish you to see.

I shall not forget what you have done.

Thank you for everything.

Your name shall be given to my son

and your story all the bards will sing.

Goodbye my friend,

for I have welcomed the end.

© 2011 Chris

Author's Note

Just a little something I threw together in my spare time. I am aware there may be mistakes.

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Great job on this one! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

A wonderful dear poet you are my friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago

this is awesome

Posted 11 Years Ago

This poem is all about the dichotomy between one friend's unflagging will to see an unnamed task done, and the other friend's wavering confidence that this task can or should be done. Like the poem, my opinion of it is kind of split two ways: there was the idea and the form of it, which I liked, and the execution of it, which I thought could have been better.

I like poems about friendship and about resolve, and in this one those themes are pretty central to it: one friend represents the will and resolve which loyally stands by the weaker friend. What each friend lacks, they make up for in the other: the friend representing the "arm" is connected to the rest of the body--he has lots of other people who care about him, and seems to have a more engaged the life. The friend representing the "fist" is only connected to the arm, but it has strength and courage. The fist lends the arm its strength, and the arm is the important connection to the fist. Besides that, I thought the way you set up the poem alternating between the two different points of view was cool and original, and the different font between the two friends was a great idea.

The part that I didn't like so much was the language that you used. Some stanzas and lines were good, and my favorite was this:

"Now consider yourself the sole survivor.
You have a family who wants you back
and I only have a bar stool to cover.
If you die, then a reason for life I'll lack."

Honestly, I don't think that most of the other stanzas lived up to that one in terms of being original or having that much impact. Still, since this poem is more concerned with being a narrative than describing emotions or feelings or anything like that, it isn't really a big drawback.

Posted 11 Years Ago

For something thrown together in your spare time, this is a damn good poem. I especially like he way the two of them are talking back and forth, with the first one slowly being saved. It's great.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Very creative. I wonder if there are people like that today?

Posted 11 Years Ago

This is really cool. I enjoyed reading it. Keep writing Chris :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

Really cool and sweet!

Posted 11 Years Ago

im in utter awe at what you have brought to the table, its scary, wonderful, amazing and some how i can relate to this.. great job

Posted 11 Years Ago

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