A Sense of Doubt

Souls that burn are learning.

A situation by any other name
would be just as pathetic
These are the wheels that turn
cyclical trial and retribution

I'm sorry I wanted to be fortunate
I'm sorry I wanted to be alone
I'm sorry that I needed you
after I pushed you away
I'll lay all my demons to rest
even if I lose my old self

A sense of doubt lingers even here
Well it appears there's no certainty
These are the souls that burn
they were careless once

I'm sorry that you wanted me
I'm sorry that I couldn't pretend
I'm sorry that there's no resolve
God knows, I searched for it
even though it exists as pain
Love never dies; it just turns to hate

Reviews

[Bowers]

1) another great poem, as usual
2) it was beautiful, love comes, love goes and you portrayed that here
3) LOVE the last line!
4) I also love the part where you said " God knows I searched for it"... it was ... real.. you know?
5) "these are the souls that burn/ they were careless once" - also a great line... made me think:
do souls burn when we become careless ?
do we lose everything we held within?
do we become empty?
6) I like that you, in this poem, are appologizing, its a sad poem but a great one

[RainDancer1997]

Love never dies; it just turns to hate couldn't be any more truer! love it!

[Lexi Villanueva]

Love never dies; it just turns into hate. -I love this part its like a
Quote!

[Sarah Conder]

Sad, but often true. We all turns into miserable cynics at times.

[Simon Welsh]

I can't remember when I wasn't :P

[Pryde Foltz]

Like the write. You never disappoint. But I do have to quibble with the last line. Love doesn't die, true, but it is the pain over lost love that one refuses to feel that turns to hate. I think;)

[Marie]

I always notice your poems look a lot like songs. Not a bad thing, just an observation. It's a good thing, definitely.

[Red & Blue]

Beautiful. It's so sad, it makes me want to cry. Beautiful Elliott, just beautiful.