Everyone's taking their turn beating me down.
When will I learn?
My confidence is crumbling,my eyes are swollen and my tears burn.
I feel the man upstairs is just testing me.
Been showing people the worst in me.It's no wonder people detest me.
Afraid they'll never see the best of me.
What went wrong with the world?I watch as the cycle of evil perpetuates,and unfurls.
Never felt like a child,even as a little girl.
It's hard to deny the gleam in most peoples eyes is more hate than love.
Don't really believe in God,but I find myself looking for answers from up above.
My soul is strong,my heart is frail.
My intentions are good and I mean well.
Stupidity is painful,the last lesson I learned still stings.A reminder of the last time I stumbled and fell..
Please dobn't let my mistakes be the only thing left to mark my trail.........
Trueblueliberty
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Down in the dumps,
Ouch, this poem is filled with sorrow and self-pity. It is a well written poem. Easy to read and understand. Everybody has felt like this sometime in their lives. To err is human. And to be human is to learn from your mistakes. So cheer up! Your in good company.
Bill
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You really make me feel good about exposing some of my madness.Thanks.All of your replies are appreciated and read with much enthusiasm.you have given very little criticism wich is still given and received in a positive manner.I don't reply as often as I would like (espesially here lately)As I have revealed in my messages to Kevin I have a wonderfull little boy who is my hero.He is 8yrs old and so far is wheelchair bound with cerebral palsey.Just about all of my sadness stems from this heartbreak.I do have plenty of poems about him but I have been trying to get out of my depression by venting on and in other parts of my life.I am barely just now able to little by little stop obsessing and step out of my very sad and negative angry cyclone.barely.self pity is not attractive or interesting and I have more than enough pages written stating just that.I do recognize the irony in this.Well anyhow my point is he keeps me busy trying to make things right by myself.Your interest shown in my ramblings is much needed positive input,wich leaves a little smile instead of the permanent scour that seems to have made a home on my face.Thanks again
Trueblueliberty
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highly engaging...
How melancholic the tone is...! To fall is human, to learn from our fall is more human... Your poem speaks about the falls you met in your life. I loved the way your experience is expressed...
The line,
"Don't really believe in God,but I find myself looking for answers from up above." , My favorite....
I always do it...though I don't have much belief in God, I always look up for answer when something goes not fine...
Mate,it's a nice write...
Keep writing...
Love
Kiddy
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To be able to get all these emotions expressed so that the reader isn't just reading about your feelings, but feeling your feelings takes talent. You are faced with a daily challenge and no matter how hard it gets, I have no doubt you rise to the challenge each day. All of it is sad, but the most powerfully sad verse is verse 4. Try not to give up on God - he can be a source of strength. If I were in your shoes, I would have a hard time believing that too. Beautifully, tragically sad. Very well written. Great job.
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Hey trueblue,
I think you're great. Everybodys' trail is strewn with mistakes. The greats just keep on pluggin'.
I like how you look at the pain in life as a learning opportunity. You bulldoze ahead past the trouble and look ahead with faith knowing that it'll all turn out if you keep going. Your asking for help to continue and don't want quitting to be your bookmark. I like the humility and sense of resolve in this and the realization that life is just a series of one mistake after the other,but to have faith. Hang tight.
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You put your pain on paper well, and reminded me of all the days when it felt like doubt and grey was all I could sense. Even though you deny your belief, you tell us about the pain in your soul and looking up to find answers. From experience, the answers come in fragments and drops - I think so I could absorb them into the bruised and bleeding spots in my spirit. Thanks for sharing this with us
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William McGarvey
February 27, 2007