Lost causes

I think this is my favorite poem I've ever written.

Those that stand

All alone in a pouring rain

Struggling for a brighter day

Slowly dying on the inside

But unable to let it go

Fighting for a lost cause

That makes sense for them

Tempted by so many things

And everyone breaks down sometimes

They all lose their fates so quickly

When they get left by the side

Not a single care left

And choirs sing out the pain

Of a mind so downcast

Calling on saints

That aren't real

A feeling of hatred

Without a reason

Perhaps it comes

From fighting for

All the lost causes

So watch the fall

As memories sing out

Fires burn all around

And when they hit the ground

They are still alone

And still a lost cause

As it all goes away

The rain dries and the sun dies

Live in the dark 

It's all been taken

By those who they thought loved them

And broken hearts trudges on

Through an endless wasteland

Struggling against the facts

Refusing to accept

That they are lost causes

Reviews

[brenda]

i like this you can totally put this in a stand aginst bullying group is really inspirational!

[Lily Mae]

I can see why it's your favorite.. I love it and well done..xx

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to grasp you are a lost cause. Sometime a little hope can re-birth anger and desire and have you ready for another fight. I like the way you described the motion of this poem.
Calling on saints
That aren't real
"A feeling of hatred
Without a reason
Perhaps it comes
From fighting for
All the lost causes"
Thank you for a outstanding poem. Your point was made.
Coyote