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Whispers in the Wind
October 19, 2021
Down by the water,
Down by the stream,
Sits a girl,
Trapped in repeat.
Once she feels,
Any hope,
It’s snatched away,
As quick as it showed.
She can never seem,
To get it right,
Mistakes follow her life.
Some say listen close,
And you’ll hear,
Her desperate plea,
But no one stops to see.
© Juliana E., Walton, Kentucky
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WolvesRain ELITE said...
on Nov. 11 2021 at 12:37 pm
Thanks, like I said your a great person.
WolvesRain ELITE said...
on Nov. 11 2021 at 8:10 am
Your fine, I'm already depressed don't know how it could get any worse.
I'm not trying to depress you even more...I'm just saying that the only way I know through fire is through fire. I know I will be free one day, even if I always have the smell of smoke around me to remind me. OK, now maybe I'm being depressing again...
WolvesRain ELITE said...
on Nov. 7 2021 at 3:00 pm
I'm sorry that you feel like that, I hate the feeling like I can't be good, like I can't change, it's hard to live like that and miserable.
The worst thing is looking back on your life. The next worse thing is telling yourself you'll be all different tomorrow when you follow through with your resolutions, but something stops you, and you just act like you did before.
Whatever happened in the past is healing slowly, so I must learn to take life slowly also. And I won't be able to totally defeat sorrow. But once I learn to accept that this is the way I feel, there is freedom in that thought, strangely enough.
Whatever happened in the past is healing slowly, so I must learn to take life slowly also. And I won't be able to totally defeat sorrow. But once I learn to accept that this is the way I feel, there is freedom in that thought, strangely enough.
This poem is about how we feel when were trapped in a ever lasting loop where we keep messing up everytime life is getting good. Please comment!