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No Chance
by Alisa JsI am but a fly on a terrible ledge
wrangling for a footstep towards liberty's breath,
I listen and hold on and wait forever
wanting to believe
needing to believe,
that maybe this time will be different than most,
more than any other
why do I find myself struggling here?
not willing to acknowledge the letters
words strung together spell, 'liar extraordinaire'
and still I attempt to see,
smudging my eyes
for the right words and meanings,
left for me
blatant ! why can't I see?
ghostly snickers telling me,
'you fool!'
what kind of idiot continues,
what kind of loser tries anyway?
certainly not those like me!
rings the chant in my head as I stumble
grasping for anything that feels like certainty
sadly, I was wrong
yet again ... 09/15/2008 Posted on 09/16/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/16/08 at 02:18 PM ...alisaJs, pin this one up on your wall, gal. this is so, punch-punch, up against the ropes by our wishes, dreams...HOPES! a deicious way of your telling such a common woe of being human, i[we humans] [and you express it well], soooo many of us are invested in the HOPE leading each endeavor, o' the heart, happiness, white picket fence, 2 and 1/2 kids, ...great, lil' snapshot of the human condition. annnnd your heart too!
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/16/08 at 03:12 PM It isn't easy to find that one "right" diamond in a haystack full of "wrong" ones, is it? I feel for you, love! But hang in there. The "right" time is yet to come, and it will be happily greeted, I'm sure of it! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/16/08 at 05:32 PM this is so wonderful... I love the execution and juxtaposition... a new favorite for me! |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/17/08 at 11:30 AM Oh that was brilliant. I could see that like a monologue in a film. It was rhythmic and punchy and strong. Great. |
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