Lost

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    Lost

                                                                  Dreamless nights.
                                                                  Sightless days.
                                                                  Just trying to breath,
                                                                  Through the pain.
                                     Where to go.
                                     Where to turn.
                                     Watch my life,
                                     Begin to burn.
                                                                  Now I fall.
                                                                  How do I stop?
                                                                  I don't like this ride.
                                                                  I want to get off.
                                     Scared of the night.
                                     So dark and cold.
                                     The day holds no comfort.
                                     Why can't I let go?
                                                                  People tell me to believe,
                                                                  That there is still hope,
                                                                  That one day it will be alright,
                                                                  But they just don't know.
                                     There are depths in my heart,
                                     So full of pain,
                                     That even angels would drown,
                                     Unable to climb free
                                                                  And the devil would scream,
                                                                  As he fled from that place,
                                                                  My agony to much,
                                                                  For even him to take.
                                     The despair is like a blade,
                                     Hacking through flesh.
                                     Ripping and tearing,
                                     Until there is nothing left.
                                                                  So many dissapear,
                                                                  Into the cracks.
                                                                  Why can't I be one,
                                                                  And never come back?
                                     When does it stop?
                                     When does it end?
                                     Why did it ever,
                                     Even begin?
                                                                  Can't I go back,
                                                                  To the starting place?
                                                                  Stop pain before it begins.
                                                                  Never let it start in the first place.
                                     When will my hell,
                                     Finally end?
                                     How do I finish this?
                                     How does it end?

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    lastyl commented on Lost

    03-30-2011

    wonderful job!! You were right, I do like this poem. We all have those moments of doubt, pain, fear, and lost hope. The only person who doesn't know how close they were to succeeding are the one's who give up hope and quit. Hang in there, you create and control your future. Excellent write. I don't believe there's any need to address what caused your pain, you did an excellent job of describing how you feel because of it and I think that is the moral of this piece.

    Tempestlady commented on Lost

    03-29-2011

    Nicely written, love the pentameter. One suggestion is "too". The message was heart wrenching would have liked a bit more detail as to what caused this despair but overall a wonderful piece about a broken and struggling heart trying to go on....Write on.............Tlady

    countryboy1988 commented on Lost

    03-23-2011

    i thought it was a greatly written poem and well thought out , it makes people stop and think, nice job keep up

    Plot121 commented on Lost

    03-21-2011

    the poem was well executed but it left you questioning a lot of things I think if you used more examples it would pull the reader in more. But good poem too Plot121 AKA Robert...

    bluewolf commented on Lost

    03-21-2011

    The future is unpredictable, but one fact remains: it is up to you to shape and mold it with the tools you are provided with. There are times that, personally, I find it hard to take the next breath and keep going. However my life is not as bad as many and I am here, be damned if I am going to waste it on misgivings or detrimental comments of others. Think of these two quotes when you get down: “The greatest barrier to success is the fear of failure.” ~Sven Goran Eriksson “God places the heaviest burden on those who can carry its weight.” ~Reggie White

    Plot121

    04/11/2012

    so much description of the torment but there is no real reason why it is just there how can I feel for you if I don't have a clue as to where this pain come from what is it's source. I see that your in pain but what are you solution to walk away from it. And if I am suppose to help you with this then I need to know where it all stems from before I can help you that's the only thing I see wrong with this piece. Robert Lee Niswander Plot121

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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