RUN DOWN
With my words unspoken
I visit the valley of darkness
Trying to forget the hassle
And continuous disappointment
Which surely
Happens for having
Such
Greater expectations…
My sweetness spinning a top
To nowhere I know.
This is not triviality any more.
Awaiting the prize I worked for.
Maybe
If I did some
More penance
Maybe if I punished myself
A bit further…
Disgust of life
And its surroundings…
Must move away from here
Vanish
Disappear
Get into a deeper submissiveness…
This sounds like moaning
But it is not.
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16 comments:
I think this sounds like moaning! :-) ha! Actually, I know the feeling of this all too well, Dulce... Disappointment can really make you question yourself wondering what you did wrong and leaving you feeling pretty exhausted. Hope you can find that prize soon. Keep looking!
You may not believe this Dulce, but I know just how you are feeling (except for the period).
For my birthday #16 I was promised a Jeep. I looked forward to spotting this new vehicle sitting out in the barnyard--it would make everything else OK TOO!
I had been for ten years a reclusive Peep. I was always "apart FROM" instead of ever being "A part OF" in every situation.
My Jeep turned out to be sitting under my cereal bowl at breakfast, just over an inch in length. For weeks I wanted to kill myself over that--and everything else! "Woe is me" was my mantra (privately.) I smiled at (you) while tears were running down my cheeks, for many days.
Do I still remember that year as being the worst of my life? YER DAMMMM RIGHT!!!--grin! LOL!
Things WILL get better, because DULCE will get better!
♥ Peep
that photo goes so well with your words. you have given voice to thoughts that many have felt at one time or another and so well said.
oh girl, i feel you deep within my bones on this. did i not try hard enough...am i not good enough...why this 'just out of my reach'. anxiety, hopelessness, realization...it's not me.
dulce, is it you??
Maybe
If I did some
More penance
Maybe if I punished myself
A bit further…
I have the same thoughts at times, far too often actually.
Dear Sweet one, you've deeply
articulated the thoughts and
feelings that play at my mind
and flesh. Sinking deeper into
submissiveness and secretly
enjoying it, along with the
melancholy.
You put into words what so many of us feel. It's a gift of yours.
This poem is all sadness!
What will be there at the end of that railroad?
Kisses,
Toni
Cierto amiga Dulce, suena a gemidos y angustia. Hoy tus versos me entristecen a la vez que me emocionan. Besos!!!
Hmm...."The sound of moaning but it's not" Hmm...life's dark moments graphically captured...putting into perspective life's roller coasters!..and yes!moaning it's not!What a piece!
Hi darling,
I agree with Toni, the poem is so sadness!
As always, great poem full of feelings... like my sweet teacher.
By the way, I love the taste you've by choosing the pictures to all your poems, they're really beautiful.
See you next week!! Kisses
As you say... Juan Ramón, the President.
ouch...this hurts..and I hurt for you...I know this place too well. please be ok...praying the sun shines on you today....
En algún momento tiene que cambiar, yo también lo espero, y comparto este final:
This sounds like moaning
But it is not.
Como dice el cuento de mi post te dejo el anillo mágico: "Esto también pasará"
Besos:)
Having high expectations of other people is a sure recipe for disappointment. But you certainly don't deserve to be punished for that. Just learn the lesson and move onward and upward, dear D.
I enjoy this poem a lot. It actually resonates with some things that I am dealing with now, and observing it through my own situation only makes the meaning clearer and truer.
I will join you for a few lines of moaning. I can feel this poem with my life and my soul. It shows how much poetry can go right to the center. Thank you so much for sharing your heart. Things like this are hard to say. When I feel alone (often) I will come and read this again and again. So deep, so painful, so true. thank you,
alan
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