Hopeless

where is that beleaguered summer moon

distant now from this hellish field left standing

and all I see are tattered remnants of what could have been

glimpses torture what's left of me

the logic's flawed

timing's off

this road leads past Gehenna

angry saps cry foul

tepid brains struggle

strangled by the stench that flows

from dirty mouths unwashed

unfiltered sacrilege flies in the face of reason

tiny fists pump with mock irreverence

no one cares or sees

memories impaled and dribble down 

past some distant land in some other mind

when life was new

and love was real,

it mattered then...

Reviews

[Vocaloidlover14]

this seems quite deep i love how your wrote this ^.^

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Hopeless'
Alisa Js,
This is a cry of loss; honest and forthcoming. It is like the process that is needed so that a soul can find a new anchor. The old has to go and new must come. I appreciated the lovely rhythm within your words reminding of the rise and fall of the tide, even of the seasons. Life is like that. I hope you are doing well and enjoying something within this summer.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, Kathy.. for stopping by. It's so nice to read your thoughts again.

Alisa

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Alisa,
Your surly welcome. I wish you well and my pleasure!
Kathy

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"unfiltered sacrilege flies in the face of reason
tiny fists pump with mock irreverence
no one cares or sees
memories impaled and dribble down
past some distant land in some other mind"

~ an infinitely poetic expression of an immeasurable anguish... but you do carry that real love and new world with you... it's the light that escapes even through the darkest of your pieces... ~ brilliant work...

[Alisa Js]

Thanks R... this one was inspired by sudden realities... wishing you a great weekend.

alisa ;-)

[Alisa Js]

Thanks... I will be by soon...

alisa

[Sami Khalil]

When life was new
and love was real,
it mattered then... Very nice