Somewhere

Feeling lost, my poetry is my map

Meet me...
Somewhere between dreams and nightmares,
Where reality ceases to be real
And imagination isn't strong enough
--That's where you'll find me.

It's the place people go to give up
And stay to break down.
Where the butterflies in the stomach
Just
--Turn into pits.

It's the place I call home.

I didn't always live here
It just sort of...
Happened
--People gave up on me,
The world gave up on me,
--She... she gave up on me.

So now I dwell here.

I'm in the place where the only food,
is forbidden fruit
--Because everything I do is wrong.
And the only water,
Comes from my tears
--Because it's all I have left

I'm drowning in the shallow nature of my actions
And I'm stuck in the depth of my sorrow
--And no one even knows

No one knows how much I miss my friends,
My real friends...
--The two who actually understood

And no one knows how trapped I feel-
Feelings guarded by a wall
That keeps them out
--Less than it keeps them in.

No one will ever grasp just how utterly alone I feel
Isolated by the people closest to me
And comforted only by people thousands of miles away.
-- They understand more than most.

So no one will find me in this place...
The place between somewhere and nowhere
The home...

Of the forgotten

Author's Note

Just looking for direction in life but every turn comes up a dead end.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the emotional ride in the poem.
"I'm drowning in the shallow nature of my actions
And I'm stuck in the depth of my sorrow
--And no one even knows "
The above lines. We shall know often in a long life. Thank you Darian for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Tessa Melendez]

You never fail to evoke so much sadness in me when I read your pieces. I feel so bad for you, poor friend. :( You always seem to be lost in sadness as I had once been. No one who has ever experienced such deep sadness can ever truly escape it, can they? I sometimes feel as though I have escaped it, but I usually find out later that I was wrong to think such a thing. One can only hope that someday, something will come around and save them from that darkness. Until then, we writers can only release something of it in our poetry. I love the stanza that goes: "I'm in the place where the only food,/is forbidden fruit/--Because everything I do is wrong./And the only water,/Comes from my tears/--Because it's all I have left" I think it is so well written, so cleverly thought-out. I think that was the perfect way to capture the feeling people like us experience. Amazing piece, friend.

[Darian B.]

Don't feel bad for me, the trick to feeling such deep sadness is to feel even deeper love and happiness toward something or someone. The goal isn't too escape it, feelings are a powerful weapon we have. We have only to rise above and use the sadness we have felt in a way that it can help others. Keep feeling, never shut them out but unload them in your writing as you need to. Thank you for the kind review though, they always help too :)

[Tessa Melendez]

You'received always welcome. I just hope that things get better for you and that you stay inspired, dear friend. :)

[William Liston]

I'm glad poetry can be your "map" when you're lost, Darian. I've been in the place you're describing before...and it feels terrible. I think your descriptions captured the moment very well--to a point where I think almost any reader can relate to you. Good work.

-William Liston

[Darian B.]

Thank you William

[H.L. Cerveise]

You have done it again, shared your darkness in a well crafted poem. It is a sad and isolating path this writing shows in easy to understand words and stanzas. I love it as a dark poem. The first line, "Meet me... Somewhere between dreams and nightmares..." are true, and I feel a lot of people feel that at some time or another. Your last three lines, "The place between somewhere and nowhere ...The home... Of the forgottens" are great and tie so well to the first three lines. Only minor thing I see is maybe forgottens should be forgotten, you don't need to make it plural. If getting rid of the s causes too much of an intent change try, "Of the forgotten ones," as always just my suggestions. None of this detracts from the greatness of this poem.

Well done.

[Darian B.]

As always, thank you for the review and feedback. I made the change to forgotten for now, I want to take a step back and see which one I like more but I think I like it without the s. It is definitely meant as a dark poem, just a bit of the black in me that I'm trying to fight back.

[H.L. Cerveise]

As you know I understand writing out the "dark" deep inside.

[Nisreen]

What a beautiful way to put through such a painful state of mind .... Well if it helps many live in a place you call "Somewhere" and i believe it is the few intelligent ones that remain out of a world that lives on the basis of the strongest grab wins

Maybe the true winners are those who isolate themselves from the greed of this universe
Remaining somewhat pure

I love every word
and can feel it to the bone

Bravo !!!

[Darian B.]

Thank you so much for the kind review, you might just be right about the winners being the ones who isolate themselves but it can be a lonely path

[Black Jess]

Amazing , Beautiful , Incredible , Fantastic , emotional , meaningful ... It's exactly the kind of poem i was looking for to read , I was exactly waiting for someone who writes the way I love . I love some sentences like ''And the only water, Comes from my tears '' and ''Isolated by the people closest to me
And comforted only by people thousands of miles away. '' now i see and i find 31 views and i'm like '' how didn't they review on this , how they could go without saying something , like they haven't read a lovely piece ''

[Darian B.]

Thank you for the high praise! I'm glad I could help you find you are looking for, it always makes my day when I can do that. As for the views in relation to the reviews,I just hope they did in fact enjoy the piece.

[Sarah Saz]

I can relate to your words, and although I hear your sadness they are beautifully written and you can communicate how you feel. You have somewhere you belong and can express yourself. I hope it helps you feel less alone.

[Darian B.]

Writer's Cafe in general helps me feel less alone. And don't worry, I know I belong it is just hard to swallow life sometimes. I just channel every ounce of sadness into my poetry and it always helps me feel better. Thank you for the kind review though, they help too!

[Sarah Saz]

Life is indeed hard to swallow sometimes and I'm glad to hear the poetry is a release.