hopelessness poems

The Hole in My Life | Judge Santiago Burdon

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There’s a hole in my life

where all the happiness leaks out

Doctors tried to fix it with medication

Which produced poor results

So I made a hole in my arm

to replace what I had lost

Used all of everything that I found

Nothing could fill the void.

Next ambition, compassion gratitude and pride

also leaked out and exited my life.

A toxic depression filled the emptiness inside

What remains is a hole
I made in my arm

With an addiction I struggle to satisfy

Created from a madness
I prescribed

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Pains | Paula OZ

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Faith, hopeless feeling, going through my mind

Listen, pain…
– Would you support the shoulder pads of frustration?
and the two senses? Being ethereal or being ephemeral?

The pain cries with the isolation.

Silently, answer me the pain:
– Your soul hurts; I am your reality.

You are my conscience, we die too much.

Rough | Chris Byrne

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Rain lashes down
Cold concrete
Cardboard mattress
Aching joints
Sleeping one eye open
Tired, cold, and hungry
Wandering aimlessly
Through crowded
Empty streets.

Silence | Finn Aberlour

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My time has passed
Possibilities discarded
Emotions no longer regarded
Inside,
Not a light nor a whimper
Silence.
No blue bird, No black dog,
Empty.
Fear has subsided,
I am ready.

A Nation in Shame | Roy Pullam

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When unknown truths
Tumble from their hiding places
The ugly knowledge
That feet of clay
Crumble before our eyes
And idols
Fall from their lofty places
Fact falls into quicksand
And all we know
Retreats to doubt
When the brain
Divides into poles
Of disgust
And yet we still feel love
Two feelings
We juggle
Trying to hold both
Reputation erodes
So easy to forget
The good men do
In the face
Of their failings
And we are reminded
Of what a miserable time
We live in

War of 2016 | Langley Shazor

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Day Breaks
The smoke clears
Dust settles
Thousands lay dying
Ravaged by destruction
Victors stagger amongst empty shells
Suffering casualties of their own
Unsure if this was the right decision
Too late to turn back now
Are there any spoils?
What joy can there be
Ruling over rubble?
What success can be gleaned
In the midst of total annihilation?
And this is just the beginning
Survivors of ruination
Feel the obligation of retribution
Preparing for the next engagement
They lie in wait
All the while,
Conquerors proactively seek out
Last pockets of resistance
Battles will be waged
Collateral damage exponentially increased
For liberty is no longer an option
Leaving only death
The result of defiance
As well as assimilation

Stuck Life | Gaurav Gupta

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It’s that life’s stuck,
Stuck in one place,
Refusing to move forward,
Each day passes as the same,
Giving the same pain,
Like a cassette playing the same tune,
Life’s such a ruin.
Deja vu all over,
The same faces,
The same expression,
The same me.
Sometimes I want to run away
Even the clock repeats itself.
Trying to change it all over,
Trying hard,
But stuck there too.

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