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A Soul-Searched Stretch of Despair

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A Soul-Searched Stretch of Despair

A soul-searched stretch of despair
Emits from the pores of these tears…
Staring off in an emptiness I embrace
A place so stark of life
So lost…glad to be misunderstood
Yet frustrated by the lack of empathy
The lack of sense…
Words oozing in an unfeeling mess…
To exist… to merely exist
Does it not baffle you?
Does it even cross your mind…
That you…and your thoughts… are so
Incredibly alone...?


Or is this soul lost in sorrows…
Sorrows you can never dream to behold?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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  1. Date: 8/13/2014 11:46:00 PM
    Despair not!... For the emptiness you embrace, is but a misunderstanding of your existence. With words of this nature, ~~~~~~You will never be alone~~~~~ :o)

  1. Date: 8/12/2014 8:20:00 AM
    It is so good to hear from you Laura, the woman who can read the night so well you would think her eyes were made for braille fingered thoughts, I want you to know that your poems are always of meaning full quality, a perch for young people who need to be understood, I'm sending you my healing thoughts, a steeple and a church, and my hugs of course, be still and know, that you are loved, stay in touch xxx

  1. Date: 8/9/2014 1:54:00 PM
    There is a marvelous ambiguity in this intriguing poem Laura. I am captivated by the transition of Tense, are you speaking about yourself to yourself, or is this rhetorical poetry at it's best...I love it! Either way, everyone gains from the medicine of melancholoy. Personally, I do not believe in being Alone, and although there is inevitability and value in sorrow, I only permit It brief breaths in my life, no time for self pity. Thank you for the healthy poetry. Always, Justin