If Only | Chris Byrne
I walked
Forgot the pain
I felt, just there
Shock, my heart
Died, all sense
Left me, broken
Unable to talk
It killed me
No one noticed
Or saw my
Heartache
It will
Always be
There.
struggles in life poems
Joy Bringer | Esther D. Wells
Although life seems,
As if it’s a dream.
It’s actually a nightmare,
In disguise.
Surprise.
Past | Soumyadeep Bhattacherya
Turning pages of the book
Titled ‘My Life’
Shaky hands felt
The brisk pages,
Many unknown things
Were engraved,
Still remain unknown,
Many commitments
Were buried
Buried deep in
The ocean, the life.
Pages of joy
Are still missing,
Maybe lost in this
Lightning world
I missed my train
Now travelling
In a mastless boat,
Lagging, directionless.
The helping hand,
Is now an illusion.
Sailing through the
Endless ocean,
No hope, no destination.
I am reading it for you
From my unknown destiny
Wishing you all luck,
From the poor guy
Time to greet goodbye
I have Done nothing
Great in my life
Push my book aside
Move ahead
You have destiny at sight.
I am sorry to all those people in my life
I can’t live up to your expectations
I am not a good Son, brother and friend.
Naught to Naught (6-13-15) | Sam Haddock
Towards the end of life
you count the cost
of all you’ve gained
and all you’ve lost.
Like your spouse and loved ones,
who’ve passed away,
and those cherished possessions,
that dissolved in space!
Not to forget elderly gains,
of arthritic joints and progressing pain,
with bouts of dysfunction, and crippling disease,
and uncomfortable accompanying indignities!
You yearn for sweetness, but suck on dregs;
as memory stutters, and the body decays…,
for the important things have faded away,
leaving tedious, boring, purposeless days;
and the only question that still remains,
is what, if anything, lies beyond the grave!