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Temporarily Regressed
by Alisa Jslook at these fears as they fall
streaming,
contained in those tears
bright and blue,
asking for answers
demanding a reason
half-heartedly,
caught up in treason
and why,
where did my happiness go?
lost in a mixture of
irrational thought
weary and burdened,
bound in oblivion's snare
vanquished,
along with the rest of my every-days
stumbling around,
lies make me sad
I'm suffocating,
gasping
for that one saving breath,
these old shoes and tangles
frustrating steps
surely this is the end
all hope has been hastened away ...
06/29/2008 Posted on 06/30/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/30/08 at 02:56 PM Your frustrations are well expressed here...I hope you can let it all go, with a deep cleansing breath shed all of that heavy baggage!!! MFS |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/30/08 at 03:40 PM The language here is so rich, deep with emotions you are expressing. I understand this frustration at one's own processes and limitations ("lost in a mixture of irrational thought weary and burdened" and "stumbling around"), and wondering why we invest time and love into situations that end up not being good for us. I hope you feel better soon. *hugs* |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/30/08 at 09:34 PM ...aJ, i won't get toooo lost in the floating sentiment as much as i was so in love w/ some of the phrases and notions, i could just see them, and i've seen you so i see this as a write of passion not you writing in marks alot and then throwing yourself into the old 'drink' yet $#%@inson, plath and so many others wrote of "dark"-ness kind of things and so they were[mayhaps] so if any of this is true, a big kiss-ola across the waves and a hug to boot, and if it's just a creative piece from a creative person the tata too...it is stepping write |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 07/02/08 at 10:10 PM one can feel the sadness, the frustration, the salt of the tears ... and yet one would hope for you that the tears be of the cleansing kind, the rhythm of your beautiful sad-lines become that of joy's dance ... and the gasps be light as love ...hugs*m.a |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/07/08 at 03:33 AM Exceptional visual segue from the portrait of tears rustrated...you. Beautiful, sweet Alisa. |
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