Lost Causes

Shattered dreams and a wilting rose,

Broken Litany, an unfinished prose,

That vivid dream of a new dawn was,

After all, a lost cause.

 

 

 

Depthless ocean and a dreary plain,

Silent flaws, driving you insane,

A soundless creak from some place mundane,

You see the full moon starting to wane.

 

 

 

Into the oblivion and out of space,

Amidst the crowd yet out of place,

You dreamt of being forever new,

Like the glistening drops of the morning dew.

 

 

 

Dazzling sunshine and a darkened night,

You used your will, they used their might,

Frantic screams, a mellowed plight,

They said that you were never right.

 

 

 

Waiting alone and standing in a line,

Looking for some sign- divine,

But like the melting of the frost,

You realize your divinity is gone, wrecked and lost.

 

 

 

Yet; you still breathe, you're still alive,

It's your  only war, your own strife,

Maybe, that vivid dream of a new dawn was,

After all not a lost cause.

 

Author's Note

I wrote this a few weeks ago. Feel free to leave a review. :D

Reviews

[KeeD]

Amazing job, from a fellow Indian i'm so proud of you. :D, I like how throughout the poem you emphasized that no matter the hard work or will we put into being the best we can somehow we always fall short, and end up a lost cause, but the end has such a powerful twist, that if we persevere and never given in, or give up.. all we have to do is keep believing, our dreams can be achieved, lost causes no more are we! you're such a talented writer.

[Shruti Das]

Thanks a lot. Means a lot to me. :D

[Frieda P]

Like this very much, the struggle is usually within ourselves, the rest is usually just outside noise. Nicely written.

[Shruti Das]

Thank you so much Frieda. :D