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
.
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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
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.
This is a somewhat heart-breaking piece for me. Sighing whys into the air, with no response. such a lonely place to be. beautifull written. lovely flow.
This piece brought tears to my eyes. Perhaps, becuase it is so close to my truth right now. Needless to say, this really stirred me, and I thought it to be brilliant.
Let me say this much, Robert... there are so many beautiful points of interest in this poem for me. Just reading it I feel intrigued, pondering if this is personal experience for you, for once again you have nailed the feeling - emotionality...and adoration. I am impressed!
Hello Robert, what a great piece. I love it. my favorite stanza was:
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 ---------------------------because so melancholic. it was like reading russian literature, 19th century... wow. what a piece!
Another great poem from you Robert. The photograph goes well with what you have written. You certainly have captured a lot of emotions in this poem as well as fears... confusion and grief. My favourite lines were in the first verse:
My emptiness filling the void
Seeming I lost myself again
Missing the part of me you held
This can be said for relationships that break up as well as for people who lose their significant other through death... There is always a grieving stage.
Well Done
V.
WOW, Robert, you have captured some of the deep emotions at the loss of a partner - most of us have experienced this, whether due to Death, or other emotional loss... we are all reduced to simply asking, "Why?" You say you wrote these lines for a friend, but you obviously have an understanding that can only come from personal experience.
Even though the last line is a bit awkward, I think that humanizes this lament further by keeping it from being sheer rhetoric.
this poem is heavy with sincerity and true emotion. i love the pace, the pausing, the blank lines. it truely felt meditative and natural. my only criticism is that the weight of the first and last stanza and lines such as"
"Too ashamed to pray
For someone to take away this pain "
out weigh some of the more familiar language throughout the poem. if you made an extra effort, through word choice and metaphore, to further personalise this loneliness and spiritual loss, make it uniquely your own and express it as such, you wouuld elevate this already good poem.
The more time I spend here at the Cafe the more astounded I am at the intuition, perception, and just plain skill of some of you folks. It is a steep curve indeed among you here. This is a prime example.
One observation if I may...
God and man indeed may never see eye to eye. But God and individuals can. He craves that of us as unique and intelligent beings. But man as the whole? No, likely not. We need only look to the newspaper to understand why.
My name is Robert. I write therefore I feel I am. My words come from my heart, soul, and mind. I write what I feel and see, life is my inspiration. Life itself is art in its purest form. There is noth.. more..