Sometimes life is hopeless, helpless without an end to the cycle
I awoke one morning feeling like the world of happiness (for me anyway) had completely ended and all I had left was sadness, fear, and a sense of helplessness. I wrote the poem below to reflect those feelings and to break me out of my saddened mood. It helped me to rise above the feelings of sadness and realize that I am not alone. It also helped me to face the cold days and nights with strength and grace. I hope it helps someone out there in their loneliness as well.
A sad poem about life
Alone and frightened, sad and lonely
Fearing the next step will end badly
Giving my all and getting nothing back
Taking a moment to see what I lack
Was I the one who failed to give
All of the things one needs to live
Or was it just that I couldn’t see
All of the things I needed to be
No mater the cause, I’m here alone
No matter the reason or things that were done
I sadly face the next step of life
Without comfort, filled with strife
Are the words true? Are we alone?
As life goes on and we can’t stop the count of days, I sometimes feel that nothing is right. Nothing goes the way I planned it and nothing happy comes my way. No matter how hard I work, struggle, fight, or plan, there is always that one day when everything goes wrong and it seems there will never be another happy day. If you or someone you know has experienced this same feeling of helplessness and hopelessness, add your thoughts here for all of us to share. Maybe, just maybe, then we can see that we are all in this together and we are definitely not alone!
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© 2012 Cheryl Simonds
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