Untitled One

I know it's cliche to have an untitled poem, but I honestly don't have a name for this one. I cannot possibly express what this poem means to me... It is the most personally meaningful to me.

Searching, never finding.
Seeking, no answers.
Past glories, faded riches.
The slow trickle of precious youth.

Yearning, struggling toward
A vast unattainable dream.
So simple, yet purposely complex.
Dodging, can't avoid the inevitable tumble.

Heart unchecked, passion breaking.
Diaries filled with alternate realities.
Wrote a happier life.
One read, never attained.

Filled with love, bereft of joy.
Love empty, Hope fled.
Bereft of the golden dream.

Crying out in the crowded solitude.
Tears clocked, time spent.
Slowly flowing and fading swiftly away.

Reviews

[Ahmad Alhour]

Now I got it why you have named it "Untitled One", for no name is suitable to frame this one thought !
Simply nice and truthful !

Keep it up.

[James Takeo Panton]

Truth be told, calling this Untitled One suited this piece...after reading the poem as well as the blurb above it, it worked for me...we might not be able to know exactly what it is that is so personal to the reader "cannot possibly express what this poem means" to them as it does to you...therefore, it ALL works...great stuff!

[Jessi]

I love this. Its such a reallity to me. I can relate to it and it exelently written!!

[mick weller]

'Diaries filled with alternate realities.
Wrote a happier life.
One read, never attained.'

maybe the crux of this piece lies here - Diaries - happier life - never attained
to me 'Diaries' sums the piece up as it seems pivotal here
but I'm no poet...

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is much of a kind of poetry evolved from several random thought and according to me you should better keep it as an "Untitled one" only..as it's looking better in that way!

I loved this write a lot describing the true reality of life and quite appealing too.
A great write overall :)

[Travis Lawrence]

"crowded solitude" is the best thought I've come across in a while. Very good write. It is certainly interesting to read musings from a past life. I wish I had kept a journal when I was younger, but I didn't start writing seriously until I was 20. Still, it is nostalgic in a sad way, I get that sense here. Reality and dreams are not the same, and time keeps ticking away chances, it reminds me of Prufrock,

"For I have known them all already, known them all---
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;"

Thanks for sharing!

[deadlife]

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A brutal one..very much brutal. Honest.
Life's killing me..because I love life.
Very deep.shrill.dark yet beautiful.
A great write..indeed.