Jump to content

    Headstall
  • Author
  • 466 Words
  • 339 Views
  • 14 Comments

Lyrical Laments - 2. Chapter 2 Resignation and Progression

Two poems... a week apart... 

Lyrical Laments

 

 

Chapter 2 Resignation and Progression

 

 

 

Wretched

 

Our will to keep fighting

Man’s key to survival

No matter how wretched

There’s chance for revival

 

What can we do

When will withers and dies

Where do we go

To ease inner cries

 

Being who I am

Was far from enough

Made abundantly clear

A fool cast off a bluff

 

I’m a pitiful creature

In a pathetic charade

I’m not what I thought

There will be no parade

 

I need a new home

Where I can regroup

Regain passion lost

Exorcised from the loop

 

I lay no blame

I want nothing more

The die has been cast

And I’m settling no score

 

Please no more drama

I crave only peace

I’ll not find it here

The wheels have been greased

 

Long-winded am I

Apparently bad

A scourge, a pariah

A sad old passing fad

 

Tried for said crimes

Deemed guilty by peers

Cruel and unusual

No respect for shared years

 

I feel the joker

Guess I played one too

Disappointment does reign

But that’s nothing new

 

Self-pity is ugly

It can swallow you whole

Accept and move on

An eventual goal

 

Tears do mean naught

Just like my concern

There’s no need to look back

I’ve seen it all burn

 

 

 

Standing Up

 

Why would anyone

Need protection from me

When you look at my history

Just what do you see

 

I am no monster

Neither cruel nor a liar

And it’s not very often

I climb on a high wire

 

I’m never aggressive

But I can speak my mind

If you want a true friend

There’s none better to find

 

Intrinsic and constant

From me you can expect

And it hurts to core

When friendships are wrecked

 

I stand in defense

Of this person I am

If you don’t like that I’m me

I can’t muster a damn

 

Not saying I’m better

But I’m also not worse

And I’ll keep on my path

Till I ride the big hearse

 

So please hold your arrows

And bite back your scorn

I’ve been a good person

Since the day I was born

 

Scoff if you will

I’ve thought long and thought hard

I can’t think for others

 So I’ll just raise a new guard

 

Education never ends

And a lesson’s been taught

I’ve taken some notes

There’s nothing left to be sought

 

I’ve paid the price

And I’m done with it all

Life is about moving

And getting up from a fall

 

I’m purging for me

And for no other soul

No darts are being fired

Just digging out of my hole

A battle with a depression that I've yet to conquer, but there is a spark I am nurturing. Thanks for reading.

Copyright © 2017 Headstall; All Rights Reserved.
  • Like 11

Chapter Comments

These are filled with pain, but I sense hope, and determination too.  

 

"If you want a true friend.  There’s none better to find"  I couldn't agree more.  I count myself fortunate to be considered your friend.  I'm thrilled to see you back and as you've stated so well, digging out of your hole. :hug: 

  • Like 8

Share this comment


Link to comment

Your laments pour out your heartache like cold water from a bucket. You are neither a past fad, nor bad, and this peer, at least, will not convict you of anything. Your poetry eloquently speaks for you. 

  • Like 8

Share this comment


Link to comment

Depression is a bitch. I have conversations like your's and then I dig myself out of my hole. Glad you're coming back to life. :heart:

  • Like 6

Share this comment


Link to comment

As with the ocean so too do the tides of life ebb and flow ... it's what it means to be alive. Stir the embers of that fire that burns inside, breathe some life into that flame. Namaste.

  • Like 5

Share this comment


Link to comment

Two quotes for you, my dearest and staunchest friend:

 

Oscar Wilde said to be yourself because everyone else is already taken;

Popeye said 'I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam'.

 

Can't ask for better company than that...as we used to say, 'keep on truckin'.....

 

:kiss:

 

  • Like 5

Share this comment


Link to comment
On 6/19/2017 at 0:17 PM, LitLover said:

These are filled with pain, but I sense hope, and determination too.  

 

"If you want a true friend.  There’s none better to find"  I couldn't agree more.  I count myself fortunate to be considered your friend.  I'm thrilled to see you back and as you've stated so well, digging out of your hole. :hug: 

Yeah, so much pain, it was hard to breathe. I'm trying every single moment... not clear sailing, but I won't be rolling over again :hug: 

  • Like 5

Share this comment


Link to comment
On 6/19/2017 at 0:46 PM, Parker Owens said:

Your laments pour out your heartache like cold water from a bucket. You are neither a past fad, nor bad, and this peer, at least, will not convict you of anything. Your poetry eloquently speaks for you. 

Thanks, Parker. Open wounds are hard to assuage. Time helps my coping mechanisms. I needed to hear these words from you :hug: 

  • Like 4

Share this comment


Link to comment
On 6/19/2017 at 2:47 PM, LadyDe said:

Depression is a bitch. I have conversations like your's and then I dig myself out of my hole. Glad you're coming back to life. :heart:

Thanks, LadyDe. My shovel is in use :) ... I won't give up or I won't give in :hug: 

  • Like 4

Share this comment


Link to comment
On 6/19/2017 at 6:02 PM, dughlas said:

As with the ocean so too do the tides of life ebb and flow ... it's what it means to be alive. Stir the embers of that fire that burns inside, breathe some life into that flame. Namaste.

That's what I'm trying to do, dugh... each day is a challenge, but I'm choosing not to hide anymore xoxo :hug: 

  • Like 4

Share this comment


Link to comment
On 6/20/2017 at 0:57 PM, ColumbusGuy said:

Two quotes for you, my dearest and staunchest friend:

 

Oscar Wilde said to be yourself because everyone else is already taken;

Popeye said 'I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam'.

 

Can't ask for better company than that...as we used to say, 'keep on truckin'.....

 

:kiss:

 

LOL... you really are the greatest, CG! Much love :hug: 

  • Like 4

Share this comment


Link to comment

Please no more drama

I crave only peace

Amen to that, but unfortunately we seem to live in a world where drama (political, religious, personal, etc) seems to be the norm, whether in the public medias, IRL or on the internet. Making a mountain out of a molehill is the trend - or as we say in Denmark based on the story of H.C. Andersen : En lille fjer kan nok blive til fem høns! (One feather can turn into five chickens.)

 

I’ve been a good person

Since the day I was born

I want to claim the same, but I think I'll stick to saying I've been a decent person. But there's not much fame or praise for living your life quietly and decently.

  • Like 4

Share this comment


Link to comment
On 6/27/2017 at 9:32 AM, Timothy M. said:

Please no more drama

I crave only peace

Amen to that, but unfortunately we seem to live in a world where drama (political, religious, personal, etc) seems to be the norm, whether in the public medias, IRL or on the internet. Making a mountain out of a molehill is the trend - or as we say in Denmark based on the story of H.C. Andersen : En lille fjer kan nok blive til fem høns! (One feather can turn into five chickens.)

 

I’ve been a good person

Since the day I was born

I want to claim the same, but I think I'll stick to saying I've been a decent person. But there's not much fame or praise for living your life quietly and decently.

Amen. Love that saying... one feather...  awesome, and so true, Tim :yes: 

 

I have spent my life always trying to do the right thing... I've carried the weight of the world as long as I can remember... I've only shared snippets of the trials I've had... don't want sympathy... it's just my personal reality... I consider 'decent' and 'good' the same, and if not much else, we earn the right to feel this. It is my self identity... and in a lifetime of mistakes, it is my one sure anchor... thanks for this, buddy... mad love and respect to my Robin :hug: 

  • Like 2

Share this comment


Link to comment

even though the poem definitely have some pain underneath but I noticed the fight and spirit in it. Esp 

Self-pity is ugly

It can swallow you whole

Accept and move on

An eventual goal

in these lines...yes we need to accept and move onn...

Your words are your voice which speak of your inner feelings which can not be said!! And you always do a fabulous job of expressing urself so beautifully in your words!!! I will keep my fingers crossed that you overcome this depressing stage soon :):) 

  • Like 1

Share this comment


Link to comment

Thanks, Aviana! It's something I work on every day. This is a new frame of mind for me, and I am doing my best to navigate my way back to being myself. Poetry helps me, and these poems were both a cry and a declaration into that darkness. I appreciate your thoughts and your support, my friend... cheers... Gary....

Share this comment


Link to comment

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now


×

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our cookie and Privacy Policy.