Lost

This black hole called life so irreparably damaged.

Solutions elude reality.

Lingering perceptions of what could be.

Haunt what is now.

There is no end to the hell which engulfs my being.

Life's manual slipped me by.

Suffocating days continue on with a sorrow I alone own.

Left me to fend for myself.

Somewhere it was better in a place with no face.

— Tuttey, Nov 10, 2007

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Critiques

weirdelf

18 years 7 months ago

Yes, you, me and evrey other

poor soul in misery, but use your words to make them work for others, not just about whinging cheers, Jess

Conect11

18 years 7 months ago

ok, Tuttey

not to piss on your parade, but a few things here: 1. your poem would work alot better if... oh hell, it would start to be a poem if you'd abandon the concept of making each line its own sentence. When I read it as you wrote it there was an unnatural halting, the rhythm was broken up badly. When I made some of the periods commas, or eliminated them entirely the whole thing flowed much better. 2. I'm really sorry things suck. Been there too. I think alot of our situations have to do with our outlook, attitude, and yes perhaps Jess will flame me for this but our relationship with God. No, these things won't make our life perfect or easy, but they help put things into perspective. Just my opinions / experiences. Hope today is better for you. Mark W.