The Solitary Season

Thoughts drift along highways of some other time

Questions of actions course and self doubt seem to swim

Emotional ripples radiate outward only to reflect inward

Ever aware of the loneliness that laughs like a vice in the heart

 

It’s like a bad 90’s movie script

Rags to riches, then to nothing at all and the scene ends

The good guys finish last

The bad guys get free rides to glory

The days end under the cover of rain clouds

Only dripping salted droplets

Stinging the wounds of being left on the side of the road

Even God seems to mock the heart

Leaving the spirit to hang by a string

Dangling in the winds of what ifs, how and why

A troubled and torn existence indeed

 

Perhaps that’s just life

The hands dealt were destined to be lost

The body to fall upon broken knees

The head to kiss the dirt a moment later

Pondering only

How one could become such a failure

Finding rock bottom

Wondering simply

A defining moment

Giving up was never an option

Reviews

[Jade Leilani]

Showing others the raw us through writing is seldom accomplished as well as this piece. So in sharing this, I say thank you for speaking the words that lets others know they are not the only one. Be blessed.

[Tina Kline]

When we reach rock bottom the hope is to start the journey out instead of totally giving up. That' where love, caring and hope comes in, having someone to believe in you. A wonderful write.

[Judy Ponceby]

Well written. It is so difficult to see the way back through the veil of pain and vice, and yet we do make our way through and beyond. Well done.

[Walk away slow poet]

Such a tugger of a write here, I can feel your emotions through out this write. Very well expressed and written.