The pleasure of love destroyed,
refilled heart of freshly poured concrete,
slowly hardened nothing to avoid,
treading through life with drowning feet.

Thoughtless possibilities so endless,
blank time giving all, dragging me down,
promises, now my minds judge, relentless,
much assumed, all consumed and null grown.

Years of my true being, of caring and joy,
all diminished in significance by one,
my built drained wishing well to destroy,
all that’s left from life now a single stone.

Hastening to close my eyes no more cry,
lonesome half empty bottle my new friend,
my humor once gifted by nurture, now shy,
soon signed off by my fooled life to the end.

Emptying my heart into poetry, for all to read,
inner self, for all to see, but oblivious to my pain,
life around me, friend’s and family, they feed,
my soul, inner me, now a permanent stain.

I give my all to who I know, no return wanted,
the joy I receive from my daughter and lady friend,
colors my stained life from grey, but somewhat stunted,
my only hope that this inner pain, suffering will end.

Now my bottle is no longer half empty but half full.

 

 

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    1. Zeus69 Post author

      Thanks my friend, yeah we all struggle somehow with certain issues, whether past, or nowadays, it is how you handle it that makes the difference. Therapy and enjoyment my friend. _ I only starting writing poetry +- 2 years, prior, hated poetry at school, but now I see what they saw, LOL
      Thanks for reading buddy.
      Regards,
      Mark (Zeus69)

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    1. Zeus69 Post author

      Thanks CD – i appreciate you always reading and commenting, do you agree this 2 day waiting to rate posts is a hindrance, I write almost everyday ans so do many writers here, I like to rate peoples posts but this new rule kills that inspiration and you tend forget to go back to someone you have read already and also unsure whether you have rated or not.
      Regards,
      Mark (Zeus69)

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  1. Ilia

    Poetry of life and life of poetry. Everything is intertwined. Life goes on in dark alleys, but the light of life is pouring rain on our heads. Children are our path to truth and light. Beautiful words. Thanks Mark

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    1. Zeus69 Post author

      Wow Ilia, thank you for reading and understanding what my poem meant. Great analysis, I’m impressed. I do appreciate the read and comment.
      Regards and all the best there.
      Mark (Zeus69)

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