Misery

by | Aug 29, 2016 | aarwen, Poetry | 7 comments

Tired and worn

Tattered and torn

Swept along hapless with the winds

Left alone, faded and forlorn.

 

Wailing and weeping

Sobbing and screaming

Inconsequential in the grand scheme of things

Damp eyes with tears streaming.

 

Depressed and driven insane

Tortured and in pain

Invisible to all that good fate brings

Left alone fighting in vain.

 

Hopeless and unheeded

Ignored and defeated

A lone cry in the discordant dissonant string

With all happiness depleted.

 

Ever had a day when you just can’t get things to go your way?

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7 Comments

  1. yeah, some days are all of that. and what the, we might as well say it out loud, put it on record, make poetry out of it.

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    • haha yes di.. whats the point of a bad bad day if you can’t atleast get a poem out of it.

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  2. Oh yes, there have been those days. But at the same time, always knew there would be a silver lining – the only sliver of hope that one could hold onto in distraught times. Beautiful poem bringing out the sorrow and pain during tough times.

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    • Thank you Durga di. I can imagine you being a person who would say exactly this. Sigh.. it gets hard to look out for that silver lining.. But the good thing is I didn’t really have a bad day. I just wrote a poem about one of those days.. hehe

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  3. Cinthiann1758@aol.com'

    I know those days!! Thank you for putting the emotion on to paper! Let’s move on now.. Shall we?

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    • Thanks a lot for reading Cynthia di. haha let’s move on now? Definitely.

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  4. ladkikijhy@gmail.com'

    Oh my, that’s beautiful

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