Dead End

Drearily, I stare up

Empyrean never felt so sombre

Eternal rest tempting

Feels like my answer

 

Anticipating red

Rotting down

I think I'm already dead

What’s left of me can never be found

 

I am tired already

Emptiness getting to me

But if it was this easy

I would be bad luck free

 

I’m

     F

         a

              d

                  i

                      n

                          g

 

Author's Note

This doesn't have anything to do with my personal life, just felt like writing it

Reviews

[David Scott]

I don't believe everyone can relate to this feeling. Those of us who do and have felt ourselves "fading" at times understand the helplessness you penned. There is not even enough energy for desperation anymore...
Simply and inevitably drifting off like an astronaut untethered to the space ship.
There is hope. It does not even come from within, but is rather gifted to our spirit by the Spirit of Life in the universe. Some will say God, or higher power, or supernatural. Still, the point here is we are not drifting alone in the vastness if space. We are a collection of brilliant stars filling the universe with light. As long as the is a breath and something left to fade, there is hope.
A great capture of the lows or rock bottoms we can experience in this life.

[Infinite hexes]

'There is not even enough energy for desperation anymore' . Yes, I guess that's true for some of US. But then there are those people who just live in this darkness, you can stereotype them as the 'emos' or 'goths', and this poem is from that genre, so yeah hope is no where to be found :/

[RavenDelcor]

Despairing of despair and getting no where with the pairing. The hole opened up in my soul reading this, knowing to have felt that I wanted to feel this once long ago. What faded was the the despair and the reliance upon luck. It is a good poem to have everyone's eyes on a less than somber heaven, while try to avoid the void in the middle of the soul.
Not sure how you got the fade to fade, but good touch, reminds me of "Falling Up" by Silverstein (just the play with word and letter movement).

[Infinite hexes]

Thank you RavenDelcor. Your view in this is very much appreciated. I am touched that you could find the meaning in this perfectly. And I got the fade to fade by changing the shades using MS word, haha. And by 'knowing to have felt that I wanted to feel this once long ago' , did you go through something similar to this? Sorry if I sound rude.

[RavenDelcor]

It was a constant for a few years. I saw myself as tight-rope walking across a vast swirling abyss. There were times that I could not move. No, I did not take medication, self administered or prescribed. I contemplated that abyss and searched for it's center. It is my center. I created the vortex. I learned to slow myself down. To take careful steps, ones that would last. What caused this?
I find the cause to be looking at life and how I participate in it. My life, not the lives of others; not wanting to be like someone; not wanting anything beyond what is already here. The outer spiral arms that move out from the center, have the bait of want and need, the seeds of greed and worth and unworthiness, taking one to the brink of success or despair. Moving back to the center one finds the calm within the storm. The person who needs less of all that is out on the fringe and who longs more for the center.
At first it is lonely. One does fade. In the shadows of the faded image of self, the self emerges like a butterfly from a cocoon. Seeing the beauty of one's self. The possibilities exceed the moment, so choice after choice must be made.
What I felt was not despair, but emptiness. It was only empty because I had only longings. I needed to be able to make choices. Each choice leads to another, and each is freely and personally made. Much like word choice or font choice - we shape our moments, one at a time.
It turns out that writing in many forms helps me to clarify choice. No matter what else I do, I must write, be it a song, a poem, a list, or a simple word. It doesn't have to be published or shared, just jotted down.
No you are not rude in asking, how else does one find anything out. I've been far too cryptic in my answer, but I could not figure out a shorter answer. The long answer is contained in a novel I am revising and a few short stories. Not really sure there is an answer, just examples.

[Blue Ivory]

Ah I see you're toying around with words too...Great work here. You're so good at writing, I wish I'd see it more frequently. And my mistake, I actually thought you were talking about yourself.
"But if it was this easy
I would be bad luck free"
Those two lines are stuck in my mind now. Powerful poem as usual :)

[Infinite hexes]

Thank you. This is the first time I'm toying with words.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. Sometime it feels like we have no reason and purpose.
"I am tired already
Emptiness getting to me
But if it was this easy
I would be bad luck free"
I like the above lines a lot. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Infinite hexes]

Thank you for reading :D

[Mark]

I think this captures that helpless feeling of being stuck... being in a situation that seems hopeless and beyond redemption. I've been there, felt that. Nice work.

[Infinite hexes]

Thank you for reading, I've been waiting for your review, because this type of poems seems like your speciality. :)

[Mark]

Oh... I suppose it is. I try not to look like a victim.

[Infinite hexes]

You are doing a great job