struggles in life poems

Living with Regret | Wayne Russell

Profound brown leaves,
crushed underneath my
feet, like memories; swirling
and forlorn.
I dream of us and our children,
it’s the good times that I cling
onto in the noonday sun.
It’s the memories that shelter
me, from the onslaught of winter
woe.
It’s the knowledge of loneliness,
that mortifies me the most, lost
without my family.
It’s facing a craggy city, threading
a bleak needle of homelessness,
asleep in some derelict house, long
abandoned by inhabitants, encased
now by only the darkness and me.
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Wayne Russell is an amateur photographer and creative writer who was born and raised in Florida. Wayne’s musings have been published online and in print since about 1990. Wayne is a recovering alcoholic who currently roams the streets of Columbus, OH.

Woods | Sarah Nikonchik

It’s calm here
In the woods
Where the trees stand
Tall and courageous
And dangerous silence
Blossoms into careful orchids
Grounding its roots
Among the tree’s secure branches
And the storm overhead
Is blocked by the protection
Embracing canopies
Providing shelter
From the wreckage

Don't Believe My Smile | PYG's Whisper

I wish I could close my eyes and sleep tonight
I wish I could erase those bad memories from my heart
I wish I could forget who I am just for one day
Please don’t believe my smile
Don’t believe when I say I’m fine
Don’t let me give up, hold my hand
Tell me I will be okay
Tell me I won’t be forgotten
Tell me I still have a chance, no need to be hidden
Don’t allow me to hurt my lips with this fake smile
Don’t believe it ‘cause I’m bleeding inside
I’m weak like a sick flower
I could die if you leave me alone
I’m so afraid of sleeping in the dark
And I can’t turn on the lights
‘cause I don’t want you to look at my ugly face
I don’t know why I’m crying again
I don’t know why this baby girl in me won’t grow up
I don’t know where to go
And I don’t know what to do
I’m lost in my own world
Many closed doors are surrounding me
but I don’t know which one I’ve to choose
Can’t find my way can’t see my future
my tears blinded my eyes, can’t you see I’m broken
My body is sweating, can’t you feel my hot fever?
I was screaming in my dreams but no one heard my voice
I was running toward paradise but my foot didn’t reply my moves
Can you read my words?
Can you see my wounds?
Can you understand when I say
Don’t believe my smile
‘Cause I’m not happy at all
I can’t be where I want
Cause I don’t know where I belong
I don’t even know who I am…

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Wordless Apathy | Finn Aberlour

Blank expressions.
Empty, fading words.
Brittle and
meaningless actions.
Without pain,
I would feel nothing,
and that’s not living.
Regret,
scruple, faltering doubt.
Have I done enough,
to be loved?
Or to be pitied?
Hoping I deserve more,
but I try not to think
about that.
To love is to be loved,
faltering, I still try.
My wordless apathy,
driving, exiling
my connection to this
world.
I can’t go back.
I can’t.
I.

Rayguns and More | Cattail Jester

Enter a childhood
of pulp reading, colorful
hero pages, rayguns,
space operas, and more
That is the place I go
now in my stressed state:
To my relative’s upper
room to play with his
giant plastic representations
of science fiction dreams.

Behind the Dazzling Musk | Tintswalo Mahlaule

Hiding the shame, hiding the scars, hiding the bruises
Acting like a hero when I know I’m helpless
With my head held high I never cease to smile just to hide my frowned wrinkled face waiting to be swept away by mother nature in no time.
Saying I’m okay just to save myself from a flood of questions.
Because I thought I was strong enough, I erected a wall for people not to see my suffering.
I stand strong yet I’m breaking from within
The pain in my soul cuts so deep that it reaches to the flesh and bones
Detachment is the defence mechanism I use to ease the pain
“It will get better in time”, a lie that gives me hope for tomorrow!
Broken into pieces, hoping people will see through the bricks and come through for me
Will this fragile wall ever fall or will I just die silently with nobody to notice?
As I sob and weep over my sorrows, I keep on wondering if there’s still a place for people like me in the world
Surely no man is an island because I’m suffocating in my own land.

You Best Be Holding on to Something | James Diaz

Your life is in the open
your heart is against the wall
a thousand times a day
that howlin’ from fifteen years ago
won’t quit
sneaking up on ya
ghost to ghost
no water in you
no light to come
as you are
this broken
and leaning
against
all that can’t hold you
the ground
neath you
opening its hungry mouth
this time something’s gonna feed
and it won’t quit till you’re gone.

Broken | Steve Denehan

Murmured conversation and cutlery scraping.
Into the restaurant he came,
As out of place as anyone has ever been.
He was older, enormous, bedraggled.
His shoulders were wide, straining against a greasy brown coat.
His hair, matted, above a weathered face.
Stopping, he seemed surprised to have arrived in the restaurant.
He turned to face our table and we caught eyes.
Words, of a sort, fell from his mouth and landed on the floor.
He was escorted out and the silence was filled once again,
With murmurs and scraping.

Calmness | Krushna Chandra Mishra

When they held
All was almost over
Only somewhere from deep within
There came floating in all majesty
A sweet and comforting voice
To tell me to stay calm
Since storms like this one
Were not the strongest in power
And to go unperturbed
Doing everything
Minding nothing
Never being deterred
From following what I held was most due
In my circumstances then
As my troubled state
Could into irreparable
Disaster turn
To ruin me and all that lies attendant upon my calm.

On Repeat | Justateddyberry

Hot tears flowing down the stream
Only opening my eyes to see
I’m just lying on my bed
And no one’s hurting me anymore
It was all just a dream
But it was real
All the humans in there
Everything happening was just a compilation of hurt
On repeat
Set in a different setting
The only difference was this time
I actually cried

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