The Nature of Despair (draft)
An abandoned space,
Offering no warmth, there is only-
The taint of spilled beer
On the lipless walls,
The pollution of over-hasty excrement
Hanging in the air,
The promise of release in the drained syringes
lying exhausted on the floor.
A space so silent
You can almost hear
The whisper of your sanity sliding
out the space underneath the door,
Leaving behind madness,
And it's hungry gaping grin.
A cold clenches the lungs with angry fists. You can’t
.....breathe. And all that is squeezed out of you in the end
Are sharp tears thick and portentous as a newborn baby’s choked cries
As it enters our world.
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5.13am and I just finished this one.
Floundering in bed restless and unable to find sleep, I was suddenly gripped by the unexplainable need to write a poem, thus the unravelling of this: 'The Nature of Despair'.
On the subject of nature, mine has always been to feel things too strongly, at times painfully so.
I can't explain why I feel there's so much sadness in this world. Maybe that's why I loved Stephen King's book 'The Gunslinger' so much because of it's premise that there are identical and parallel worlds to this one, with identical characters, but different outcomes to each lives. Some worlds are infinitely happier than others.
If there is a certainty that there exists a happier world out there, it may make unhappiness much easier to bear, the thought that there is clear and untainted beauty elsewhere as recompense. Oh yeah, I forgot there's heaven :)
Offering no warmth, there is only-
The taint of spilled beer
On the lipless walls,
The pollution of over-hasty excrement
Hanging in the air,
The promise of release in the drained syringes
lying exhausted on the floor.
A space so silent
You can almost hear
The whisper of your sanity sliding
out the space underneath the door,
Leaving behind madness,
And it's hungry gaping grin.
A cold clenches the lungs with angry fists. You can’t
.....breathe. And all that is squeezed out of you in the end
Are sharp tears thick and portentous as a newborn baby’s choked cries
As it enters our world.
------------
5.13am and I just finished this one.
Floundering in bed restless and unable to find sleep, I was suddenly gripped by the unexplainable need to write a poem, thus the unravelling of this: 'The Nature of Despair'.
On the subject of nature, mine has always been to feel things too strongly, at times painfully so.
I can't explain why I feel there's so much sadness in this world. Maybe that's why I loved Stephen King's book 'The Gunslinger' so much because of it's premise that there are identical and parallel worlds to this one, with identical characters, but different outcomes to each lives. Some worlds are infinitely happier than others.
If there is a certainty that there exists a happier world out there, it may make unhappiness much easier to bear, the thought that there is clear and untainted beauty elsewhere as recompense. Oh yeah, I forgot there's heaven :)
posted by Medusa aka expiringpoet at 5:16 AM
6 Comments:
such lows are hard to deal with
(be they literal of figurative)
i have seen this kind of urban desolation all too often
you have captured it very well
(i hope it helped)
cheers
Yeah, I'm beginning to feel more often now, this need to get away from it all, find some simplicity and normality in life. I just need a million bucks so I can buy a little island and fish all day! :)
hey friend, i like this. all you need is to trim it and it will be great. you write great when you ask questions about the world. (your "A Question" comes to mind")
I thought you were writing about drugs and the hopelessness it brings. :)
and why not a parallel world exists somewhere out there? some dsnake tapping away on a keyboard on his private island with a million bucks in his pocket? Aww, don't take this too seriously.. :)
dsnake,
ha! unfortunately both of us and a few million others all wish for the same dream. Discovery Travel channel ran this show the other day about a realtor whose job is to sell islands. The price goes for between 250 thou - milllions upwards...IF ONLY i can sell off my HDB house and do just this! LOL!
Somehow that dreamlist gets longer and longer. I love the rawness of this, as life is very raw for some. Well done!!
Thanks Pat dear. Nice to see your handsome smile on my blog walls again:)
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