Hopelessness
I am exhausted from the tears
That stream my face.
I just can’t seem to find
My happy place.
All my dreams; in an instant,
Gone without a trace.
Years of effort and hope,
Become useless waste.
Sometimes I wish the Reaper
Would pick up the pace.
Release my life’s energy
So I no longer take up space.
And when I’m gone, pass the wine.
For I don’t even deserve a taste.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love May Travel | 1 | 09/13/2013 |
| Hopelessness | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Davila | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Fallen | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Sextasy | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Alone | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Results | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Cheer Up | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Dream Figure | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Deserted | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Ecstacy | 1 | 05/12/2010 |
| Open Confession | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Me,Myself, and I | 1 | 03/25/2010 |
| Love Conquers | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Life's Compatability | 0 | 03/19/2010 |
| Figure of Love | 1 | 01/28/2010 |
| Time Consumption | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
| Repose | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
| Nicotine Love | 3 | 01/28/2010 |
| Mistress of the Night | 4 | 01/28/2010 |
| I Become | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
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