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  1. Weary

    I’ve become terrified of life
    Too much
    too long
    has gone so terribly wrong
    Life was my joy
    and spirit my guide
    But slowly, everything
    inside me died
    I’m bitter and anxious
    and restless
    for the torments and trials
    have been endless
    I’m nothing
    but a feather in the hurricane
    and all has been stolen
    so I’ll ne’er be the same
    No rest,
    no refuge,
    no peace
    no comfort, solace or ease
    Everything ends as I try to begin
    again each time
    I don’t know, what was my sin
    What was my crime?
    A shadow of my former self;
    I once was whole
    But slowly,
    too much suffering of mind and soul
    has all but taken its final toll.

    I am weary...

  2. thesemomentsastheypass

    thesemomentsastheypass Well-Known Member


    Beautifully crafted. Alas, the content saddens me.

    Your crime was, in all probability, being born just that little bit too beautiful for the world to fit you.

    Your words find their way to me sweetly. Hopefully you can appreciate the great value of that. And therefore yourself.

    'I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
    to hold on to these moments as they pass'

  3. Of all hellish moments endured,
    they seemed mine alone,
    and never yours
    And alone I was, although
    I know you’ve seen
    your great share of woe
    But somehow in my state
    I’m trapped in my perception;
    In things which I now find
    my constant companions ~
    Guidance, replaced by desolation...
    Unity, separated by isolation
    Yet you tell me I’m beautiful!
    And it makes me weep ~
    I wish it were knowledge
    that I could keep,
    But you touched me
    in this moment
    just when I ached for it
    I too, alas,
    I wish it were there
    in all moments that passed…

    (thank you - ab imo pectore)

  4. thesemomentsastheypass

    thesemomentsastheypass Well-Known Member

    This is where your talent depressingly accelerates away from mine: that ridiculously effortless-seeming way in which you take the theme of a response and toss out an achingly wonderful and apt reply.

  5. Dearest Humbug,

    Miles and some years apart, you slay me

    (ableit I'm wary now -and rightfully so - of meeting kindreds - I choose this to be my last time around, I've seen too much - and yet it seems we keep bumping into each other...)

    P.S. Re:"'I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
    to hold on to these moments as they pass'" - I'd Love to hear the first and last of this poem...

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  6. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dearest Found and Lost and Found Again;

    I give you this wonderful quote that was in a recent A Word A Day email:

    "The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness."

    Christopher Morley, writer 1890-1957

    ... we've got that damn door propped wide open, don't we?!?!:rolleyes: :wink:

    love your work; sad as it is, it's beautiful and insightful -

  7. Sometimes... sigh

    I feel like a doorstop, yes,
    ... with vocabulary
    Does that make any sense...
  8. Allo..

    Allo.. Well-Known Member

    it kind of does.. try to explain
  9. Well Allo, ('allo)

    I feel and have felt like "the gatekeeper" for many years, but never sure if I'm inside or outside the gate (!). So the quote from Least really hit home. I posted this a while back, wrote it a coupla years ago...maybe explains better...

    ~ The Witness ~

    I am
    the pearl within the oyster,
    waiting to be found ~
    The gift come from tribulation
    A small miracle of Creation…

    I am
    a silent speaker, a witness to truth;
    Shining, yet rebuked
    for the work is hard…
    Opening each shell of opportunity,
    and understanding…

    Begrudged as treasured am I, for the price.
    Taken for granted, I sigh
    Not seeing me, I still cannot die;
    I only go back to the Earth…
    Mine to know my creation’s worth…

    I have worked diligently
    to create wisdom through trials.
    I have
    been waiting in the dark,
    fashioned as what I was
    meant to be…

    I am
    the treasure many seemingly acquire easily ~
    so long as they must not study my being…
    For I am
    the sum of all my tears;
    The witness
    you hold in your hand,
    but within your heart not seeing.

    I am, I was
    but a grain of sand ~
    Fashioned to shimmer for my woes in this world
    To be a small reminder, a wonder ~
    That God made the Oyster
    as the Pearl…

  10. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Makes perfect sense to me...:dry:

    I ABSOLUTELY LOVE The Witness!!!!!:smile: :smile: :smile:



    ...a doorstop with vocabulary: THAT'S good!!!! :)
  11. Allo..

    Allo.. Well-Known Member

    yeah i think i understand now.. the first thing you wrote really made me think.. whats making you.. not happy?
  12. "whats making you.. not happy?"

    Thanks for asking Allo, that's um, a loaded question. For an answer...I wrote a lot of it in my first post in the WELCOME section (it's on page 13 or 14 now under "Message in a Bottle"). And since then (!) I've had a nervous breakdown, and after trying to heal from that, found myself in dire financial straits, was forced to sell my home of 13 years and downsize to an apartment - what a brutal and totally unnerving undertaking. I am a perfect wreck. Never sure anymore which side of the line of sanity I'm standing on. It's utterly terrifying... I used to be strong, very philosophical - was well with life and soul. But there's only so much one can take... one massive challenge after another when already weak... It's all been eroded and each moment is a struggle...

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