SO HORRIBLY UNKIND
Always trouble ahead,
So much trouble behind,
If I can't discover,
A way to hover,
Over this darkened cover,
I think I'll lose my mind,
In my home there's a room,
Shut in like a tomb,
And so disguise the lies,
Muffle my anguished cries,
That are so Horribly Unkind,
The glittering sparkles on a distant shore,
A ship set adrift forevermore,
Draws me falsely to delusionary hope,
I will no, not ever,
Find a way to cope,
Disguising the lying,
Muffle anguished crying,
Listen to my mournful sighing,
Sparkling glitter,
On a distant shore,
I am dying,
I have lost my
mind,
So Horribly,
Unkind
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
Life ain't right sometimes. In spite of our attempts to cope we can't seem to iron out all the wrinkles. We seem paused (stuck!) in a terrible place where our dreams appear gone forever and all we focus on is our problems, past, present, and future.
Comments (9)
It has happened to many artists and it also has happened to me at times.
Thanks Daniela777. I agree with you wholeheartedly. Lately things have been rather difficult for me and my emotions have traveled to the far reaches of the known Universe..... and beyond. And, yeah, inspiration accompanies their very timely return.
I'm sure you'll get more inspiration in the near future.
Not just through poetry..but also through music.
I used to play the piano - and the classical guitar - but cannot any longer, unfortunately.
However, I am not making up with other instruments. I have started to learn the panpipes - something that I´ve wanted to do for yours. But, not as easy as I thought.
So Bobby, do you compose your own music? and what kind of music do you play? I am sure it also comes from inspiration but, if it doesn´t yet, I am sure it WILL soon. Do you sing as well?
Expressing feelings and emotions through the arts always bring some amazing results.
Good luck and God bless you.
The hopes the dreams..true
I love how you penned it down