Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Collapsing Dreams

Crushed by the fickle hand of fate:
collapsing dreams crumble away.
And abandoned, to fear and hate,
an emptiness; consumes my day.

Walking blind, convinced I can see:
cascading doubts, fracture my heart.
And challenging what defines me,
anxieties; rip me apart.

All alone and bullied by fears,
lingering hopes, swiftly depart.
And I drown in a pool of tears,
as feelings of loneliness start.

Forsaking promises of youth,
it's like the world is in my face.
And as deceit supplants the truth,
I question why my birth took place.

I've grown accustomed to the pain
of being hurt by foe and friend.
And on the fringes of disdain,
I'm thankful that life has an end.

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Line Gauthier May 25, 2018 at 8:00 PM Wow - powerful imagery, Emile.

John Hamilton January 13, 2017 at 7:52 PM Very sad but common feelings unfortunately in these difficult times. Well written as always Emile, hope you are well! Emile Pinet January 14, 2017 at 9:52 AM Thank you John, I am doing much better, your concern is appreciated, Emile.

Christy Stover January 13, 2017 at 2:10 PM This poem is very deep and emotional. A beautifully written expression of dark emotions. I can relate to it. You're not truly alone. Emile Pinet January 13, 2017 at 4:27 PM Thanks Christy, I'm afraid we all share these feeling at some point in our lives, Emile.