Saturday, April 19, 2008

Sunday Scribblings prompt compose

this distance between us
has grown as vast as the ocean
unable to compose myself
after each new argument
i hide deeper and deeper
within only to find there
is nothing there to save me
from this solitude i've
created i long for the
days of redemption of
living life again with a
purpose, a happiness
of just being alive

7 comments:

keith hillman said...

An extremely plaintive piece. Words I can personally relate to. Thank you

Linda Jacobs said...

I like the use of the lower case i in this poem. It fits the sentiment. I know I've felt like an i many times.

Granny Smith said...

The feeling of being lost is so sharply felt in this poem. It is very expressive.

paisley said...

i cannot seem to follow thru when it comes to breaking out of the solitude.. self imposed tho it is.. i find comfort here...

this was a really lovely piece.. i wish you too could find comfort in your solitude....

Sherry/Cherie said...

A distance as vast as the ocean...trying to compose yourself...when that is exactly the opposite of what seems to be required. Why do we do that? We do we feel we need to be composed at a time when things are falling apart, when arguments seem necessary, when we need to let it all out and let it all go...but we do that. We compose ourselves. I wish sometimes that we didn't.

Greyscale Territory said...

Very sad that such loss cuts deep.

But there can be a sense of happiness in solitude.

Gemma

tumblewords said...

Ah, it does happen. I wonder, when I spend too much time in solitude, if I really want something changed. Nice poem.