Lost In Paradise, Intoxicated On Grief.

Fml.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I have no clue as to what I'm feeling.

Is it this never ending hopelessness

Or just a shot of angst to go with the gallons of

Misery I'll slurp down between sobs?

Lost is not even the word

To describe being without you. 

Thinking I wanted this and knowing

Were obviously two different things. 

Could this have been for the better?

Only time will tell, but

What if my headphones are in

When time tries

And your love ricochets right on by

Sound waves crashing 

As I obliviously try to speak out my feelings

And right these wrongs.

I have no words to fix what I've done.

All I can say is that I miss you, but

I'm afraid even that won't be enough. 

Author's Note

This is a 2nd draft. Critique as you will. It's not like you could possibly make my day any worse.

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

The ache behind this is woven into every aspect of this poem. Far too often we realize our mistakes when we missed the chance to repar the damage. This is touching in so many ways, but the closing stanza is the hard truth sometimes. We can speak till we are out of breath and it still isnt enough. Powerful poem.

[joshua deathdealer]

I love this..great opening and relatable write all the way through..xx

[Chris]

its not a question of worse...its how we can make it better. How do we handle missing our self... being who we aren't because we aren't who we were.

How do we learn to be the not-we?

Chris

[Juliet]

I added some. I think you were right about the transition. It was a little more harsh than I expected.

[BabyBluee]

sorry to hear ur heartbroken, I know its hard...as for the poem the transition between the two stanzas was a bit harsh, maybe make it flow a bit better?