Musing some things, thought of this and thought I would let it play
Looking up from my work I see
No friends to call, it's just me
No work to share in revelry
No tears to wipe, no not me
Isolation is my dwelling place
No other's voice, no smiling face
No ears to hear my words of grace
No human noise, no not a trace
Work needing done, I'm all alone
No hands to help, hope is gone
No shoulders to bear, a job for one
No ears to hear "This day is done."
Energy spent, I bear this weight
No partners, no friends, I hesitate
No one coming, "It's just me," I state
No meaning, no reason I speculate
Endless wanting, endless need
No assistance with planting seed
No encouraging word, no shared deed
No supporting touch, no emotions freed
The morning rises, it's a new day
No reason to get up, I should stay
No reason not to, bills to pay
No queries of me, just "Need this some way."
Visions of more play through my head
No resources, these visions seem dead
No help from this person to whom I"m wed
No cries from me, it's as if I'm dead
Waiting and waiting, there must be an end
No thing received, all things I send
No questions asked, my will must bend
No opportunity given, only my hope they rend
Words like glass, too easily shattered
No hearing ears, as if it mattered
No hope remaining, all is tattered
No fame, no fortune, deceiving lips only flattered
So, I press, I press, I move forward again
No help expected, to seek hope is vain
No bigger picture, my part not plain
No greater lot in life, can I get off this train?
Doc, I read this title on Chloe's page in a comment from you and had to read it...not sorry I did!
I understand the kind of pain and isolation you feel, though yours is a little different to mine as I have lost my true love to sudden heart attack and you seem to have lost yours through separation of a different type. Nonetheless the feeling is the same. The aloneness is devastating and although people try to be of some help its the closeness that's gone, seemingly never to return.
It's like you're running on empty...devastating!
Cheers
Helen.
Wow..Doc, have you been peeking in on my life ? I hate saying the word "flow." But, I can't find a better word. Man, this piece just flows so smooth, and is profound in it's reflection of hum drum life. This is really a great write. I'm becoming a fan.One minor "i" missing in..deceving lips only flattered. I really love this, DocI reviewed this twice. I liked it even more the second time around. :)
This one I can really relate to so very well. That feeling of never being able to get beyond just the the same old same old. Kinda like being a poor person in money and in soul. I'd have to say that this is one of my favorite pieces.
You've really illustrated how I think we all feel from time to time. It's so easy to feel alone even with those in our lives. I like the rhyme scheme you use throughout. It really gives this poem a pulse.
"It's gonna be alright pal! You got this out fairly well, I think people understand now!"
Nice one. This is very rhymic and flows well. The ending is okay but I think it is a slight anti-climax. I was expecting you to commit suicide. I'm glad you didn't though because you corrected my story.
Very beautifully written and you are a natural poet. It hits home for me, and I know what that isolation is like. "INvisible" comes to mind. Good writing!
There certainly are a lot of "no"s in this piece. But that's exactly what makes it work. The "no"s serve as the spine and the following sentiment the flesh. The Rhyming ends, like muscle, are tight, but I believe the "no"s support the whole poem.
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