What Would Have Been

To ruined reasons I am clinging, In pools of pain I am sinking It is the Truth by Boredom bringing All my thoughts of worried thinking That see me listless through my days, And drain me dry of slipping strength In my doleful Past, all focus stays As does my Hope I've left at length In my suffered grief, I am locked: Never to change "what would have been" My Ships of Doubt in Death are docked, To never set sail for Truth again...

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Robin Davis

Date: 1/18/2014 9:49:00 PM

Chan This is deep and emotional. Sounds like you need a huggie or two. < stretches arms open wide > I will make you feel better. No sorrow for my friend. Thanks for the humorous and wonderful comment on my Lying Dunce poem. Hugs and Love Sweet Pea

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 1/19/2014 7:38:00 AM

Thanks for all the reviews, Sweet Pea! <3

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 10/29/2013 9:19:00 PM

Interesting, feels a wee bit incomplete? Light & Love

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/30/2013 5:04:00 AM

I disagree, but a wiser person than I said that art is never finished, just abandoned. I don't think I had anything else to say in this piece so in my heart and mind, it felt complete.

Danesh Morgan

Date: 8/29/2013 8:22:00 AM

doubtful and strange that's the feeling Im gettin any more and my brain will burst with all the guessing and thinking

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/29/2013 8:45:00 AM

Some poets write in a very straight-forward way; I take my reader around a lot of curves at a fast pace, and I can see how that can leave you guys a little dizzy and mystified. Bottom line: I just want the reader to take away from the piece what they need, whatever that may be. Thanks you for dropping by and reviewing this piece :)