Eve Winfield Poet Free verse

Ect

People say it'll make them sad
But being here is torture
Living day to day and not remembering a thing
Fearing the future
Scared of the present
And not remembering who I am
What's the point of being if there is no one to be 
What's the point of living when there is nothing to see
What's the point of breathing for years to come when I can't breath talking to my own friends
Stuttering my way through life is pointless
Trying to help me see who I was is useless
I am no one now
Accept that
Let my name be washed away
Let my body be burned

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Old Buck March 13, 2018 at 11:08 AM Eve: As I read this, it reminded me of a Winston Churchill quote I had just offered another writer. Maybe it fits here as well. "Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." It's worked for me for over 70 years. I still have my enthusiasm. :o) Keep them coming. oldbuck

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 2, 2018 at 8:20 PM Eve, sometimes the only way to make it to LIGHT is to walk through the darkness of it all. Highly intelligent, uber sensitive. From what I've read so far, you have the makings of a true poet. You have the gift...keep on writing exactly what you feel bleed it all out, you will find exactly what you are looking for ... no matter what. Sometimes it is hard in the face of that darkness, but you are your own HERO and you must NEVER EVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOU. Always speak and live your truth. KEEP WRITING. I will be reading your poems and stories as they come through. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 2, 2018 at 8:20 PM Writing has to be far better a therapy than ECT. P.S. I do love this poem ... as dark as it is, kind of Joan of Arc'ish and I have a thing for crazy ladies who are not so crazy. x

Silent One February 28, 2018 at 8:34 AM A deep poem and sad ending, life is never as bad as wanting to die...

Jan Terry February 27, 2018 at 10:43 PM Heavy stuff, Eve. You are someone. You are a poet and a good one. You communicate your feelings well. So much promise in your ability to express yourself. Keep writing, dear poet. I'll be following you. Hugs. Jan

Line Gauthier February 27, 2018 at 9:55 PM Well captured moment so deep and dark, Alicia. How true that when we're feeling our lowest we don't see a way out. And you captured that so well. Doesn't it feel like a worthwhile accomplishment to be able to create something concrete from dark feelings that are not going to win over you.