Why

This was written for a friend that was going through rough time just to let her know I felt her pain and to let her know she was not alone.

Breath
.
.
Breath
Here I am
Left with only
My emptiness filling the void
Seeming I lost myself again
Missing the part of me you held

Feeling so small
Unable to find shelter in your arms
Taking on a world alone
Just not sure I can make it
Alone.
.
.
Alone, the thought starts sinking in
Reality of my fears
I have to remain strong
No one can know I am so weak
Without you by my side

Wondering where is my happy ending
Grasping to memories of better days
Faded wishes I would never know this grief
Words and promises that were whispers
Lay echoing on these walls

Too ashamed to pray
For someone to take away this pain
Unsure where to go from here
The answers are just so unclear

Finding myself in that place
That God and man
Can never see eye to eye
Us just asking why

Author's Note

This was written for a friend that was going through rough time just to let her know I felt her pain and to let her know she was not alone.

Reviews

[Goodbyeguilt]

Argh, I hate that feeling.
The support you once had, once trusted, were so sure of,
taken away so abruptly it takes ages to sink in.
Trying to stand alone is impossible, you just fall :(

I think you have conveyed this empty, powerless feeling very well Robert.
I particularly enjoy your use of photos :D

I would also like to apologise for my lack of reviews.

GBG - Leah

[Lyric Laceile, People A..]

Finding myself in that place
That God and man
Can never see eye to eye
Us just asking why

Robert, this is a remarkable way to describe the constant battle in our minds that only comes from one source, won't mention that here but you know what I mean. Good one!!

[TL Boehm]

It's probably the wrong word but this has that surreal or unreal undercurrent to it - exactly like that ache we have when we lose someone in our lives - or when a dream fades. Its eloquent, sad, and tragic. I can't quite pin it - but the poem aches....
A beautiful write. I am in awe of your ability to bring an emotion up off the page....

[Zephyr]

this is amazing.

[Cathiesblog]

This poem has touched me...it is so very beautiful...

[Natalie C]

Oh Robert, this is such a heart-breaking piece. I simply loved the feelings you have described here so perfectly. This poem has such a fragile feel to it, a softness that comes though your heartfelt words.

Wondering where is my happy ending
Grasping to memories of better days
Faded wishes I would never know this grief
Words and promises that were whispers
Lay echoing on these walls

Wow, simply brilliant!
As always, you have written a brilliant piece.
I loved it!

[Sarah Williams]

Wow...this was a powerful piece. The emotion here is both intense and delicate at the same time, a true juxtapostion of feelings. I love the presentation of this piece, and the picture really fits well. Nicely done!

[Angelheaded Hipster]

HAve you ever read Veronika Decides To Die? I cannot remember the author's name...but this reminds me of the book...it's such a good read, and the ending alone is outstanding.
The picture matched the words perfectly, and it's so somber, but surely she knows hope is just beyond the door?

Another impressive piece Robert!

[Annelise]

"Alone, the thought starts sinking in
Reality of my fears
I have to remain strong
No one can know I am so weak
Without you by my side"

So powerful and beautiful. This stanza is amazing, I know how that feels. You captured the emotions so perfectly. I was thrilled to see that you had written another piece. You always amaze me with your work.

"Finding myself in that place
That God and man
Can never see eye to eye
Us just asking why"

What an amazing last stanza, you've out done yourself.

[Heather B. Millett With..]

This breaks my heart...I love it. Quite a paradox no? I love your work. Sometimes and often topics are a bit close to home for me. This one especially now. Alone isnt so scary not knowing the person you are with can be scarier. Moving beyond that. True crisp and accurate picture of life itself. We are born alone and we die that way. Do we ever really know anyone, even ourselves? Sometimes I am not so sure. I like to think I know who I am in every moment, and then again sometimes I like to recreate myself. No matter what I am doing, I am doing it alone. I would never do anything that I wouldnt do.
HB