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Fleeting Visions of how this life was supposed to be
Choke me into Another Year

Unrelenting Regrets heave against
my motivation                              
Cornering my Resolutions like a trapped animal

Struggling to survive my Intentions gasp for air

Cringing at my Decisions 
My Desperation realizes
It is the victim of my Humanity

Soaring from the past old fears of some Insanity

A Coldness from the longest of winters
Touches my Soul with its fingertip

Impossible Conclusions draw tears upon my hope

Fighting Endlessly to lose the battle…the games go on
Survival is a must though its Reasons are scarce
Love is alive though its Innocence is dead

The game plan is a void of Worthless Opportunities
My body is a void of Useless Emotions

My Destiny suffers here on the battlefield

depressiondestinyhow i feelfree verse

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Andrea Dietrich

February 10, 2018 at 6:37 PM

oh, I see I liked your favorite line. That is so cool! Just finally seeing you had replied to my comment. I rarely see those replies because I don't get notifications. Do you have a favorite poem of yours that you would like me to read? In a rush this weekend and don't have much time for comments.

Chris Hagy

February 11, 2018 at 6:29 PM

No worries here about comments or replies Andrea :) You are quite the busy bee here at the soup and I always appreciate your visits...my favorites are my animal poems... maybe you would like "December Moon" or "4 White Horses". You are a very talented writer, thanks for being a friend here at soup! :) C.H.

Harry Horsman

January 29, 2018 at 3:04 PM

It never fails to amaze me, how such beautiful poetry, comes from dower circumstances. love the poem and it's deep emotion.

Chris Hagy

January 29, 2018 at 8:59 PM

Thank you Harry, always nice to hear from you... and yes, some of the best writes come from the worst things... guess that's making lemonade out of lemons eh?! ha ha :) have a great day C.H.

Tim Smith

January 22, 2018 at 2:50 PM

Your mind was in a battle to find its calling. Happy to see you found it.

Chris Hagy

January 23, 2018 at 3:11 PM

So nice to hear from you Tim :) I think this was the point I realized it was up to ME to change my life... Victory! have a good day C.H.

Andrea Dietrich

January 21, 2018 at 7:37 PM

I read the upper notes also and was glad to see that this was only a temporary phase for you as it shows such despair. Here is my favorite part of your poem. This is so beautiful:A Coldness from the longest of winters Touches my Soul with its fingertip

Chris Hagy

January 23, 2018 at 3:00 PM

Thanks so much for always visiting me Andrea... and thanks for the special comment...That's my favorite line too :) Have a great day C.H.

Andrea Dietrich

January 21, 2018 at 7:35 PM

Yes, Chris, isn't it wonderful to see a hummingbird really close to your face? A moment to cherish. Let me read your poem now.

Chris Hagy

January 23, 2018 at 2:58 PM

So quick... but so COOL ! :) C.H.

Paul Callus

January 21, 2018 at 11:25 AM

I'm glad this outpouring of sad emotions is something of the past, Chris. This goes on to prove that poetry can be a healing therapy. Fortunately most winters never last more than they should, and by the time we move out of the battlefield we realize that spring is there waiting with a welcoming smile. ~ Regards // paul

Chris Hagy

January 21, 2018 at 12:29 PM

Always great to hear from you Paul :) I think poetry literally saved my life...when I felt like dying I bled out all over the paper instead of for real. Have good day :) C.H.