Wistful

A Poem by Alisa Js

somewhere between maybe and together forever

the translation got lost,

and maybe the fault's all mine

but I thought I was pretty sure I understood

as I stand here alone

in the midle of these abandoned plans

in this vacant place

where nothing makes sense,

and I'm running out of time

without even trying

sinking deeper into what will never be

I don't know how many more times I can bring myself to try

how many more dreams fade into nothingness

as they leave behind fragments of something

we once believed in,

or at least told ourselves

as we sat and ate lies

were they lies, really

or simply intentions without legs

hallucinations without hope

plans without scope

or maybe delusions that never made it past noon

what does it matter now

as I am here,

filling with tears...

© 2016 Alisa Js

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Ardra

The ending line sums it up....does it matter now once this is over....when all the dreams are shattered.... all that doesn't matter anymore...

Deep and quiet heart wrenching poetry...

Posted 7 Years Ago

7 Years Ago

Thank you, Ria for your comments and time... I will be by soon,

Alisa

. serah .

~ oh, this is just so heartbreaking, dear alisa... and the stanza that stands out for me very powerfully is the "hallucinations without hope" stanza... ~ i spent seven years of my life on someone i thought was my soul-mate... only to realise in the last couple of days that the effect of that 'delusion' is so damaging that i have a lot left to heal from... even though those seven years were over last year in the end of May... ~ when we get close to people who do not comprehend the complexities of life as we do and choose the same sense of "together forever" that we have, we experience disillusionment... but this disillusionment dissolves into the ether when we get close to people who are as sensitive as us and as committed to the ideals of love that we are... ~ just sharing my thoughts after reading your incredibly poignant expression of pain... ~ it's poetry that moves and moves intensely...