Lost

` Some days start out really good and then against my better judgement I look where I know I shouldn’t but like a cat, curiosity grabs me by the collar, pushes my face right down in it and I feel my heart break all over again How can a few written words hurt so badly How can the sun set and darkness arrive at 1:30 in the afternoon How can I feel so empty inside when I am filled with sadness I hear myself inside screaming at me, telling me things I already know but don’t want to hear “I know, quit yelling at me, I couldn’t help myself” But I know I could, I just didn’t, I just wouldn’t Thank God for my hands because I don’t know what else would hold my head up at this very moment and as I sit here knowing it’s wrong I still look I look around, I know where I am. I am sitting at my gray Formica topped desk, in my gray painted office that I come to every day but I am lost lost in the memories, lost in the dreams, lost in the constant hope lost in the failure lost in myself lost

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Roxane Aristy

Date: 10/31/2019 2:49:00 PM

Your poem echoes how I have felt many times. I loved it all for transforming pain into beauty. I am moved by your verses, Chris.

Chris Green
Date: 10/31/2019 3:07:00 PM

Thank you so very much Roxane. I really appreciate you taking the time to read this and leave such a nice comment for me. I am sorry you have felt this but I think perhaps we all have at one time or the other,

Sandra Adams

Date: 9/26/2019 6:52:00 PM

this one brought tears to my eyes...one can really feel the sadness and it makes me wish i could come through the screen and give you a hug... we all get lost, we just need to find our way back... :( hugs my friend...

Chris Green
Date: 9/27/2019 7:56:00 AM

Thank you Sandy. Just so you know, each and every one of your beautiful comments on my work is a big warm hug to me. Thank you for everything

Paul Callus

Date: 9/26/2019 5:05:00 PM

It's impossible not to keep returning to where the hurt is, Chris, as your poem so clearly implies. Memories will keep on flooding in...and a gray painted office will certainly not give you a hand! ~ Regards // paul

Chris Green
Date: 9/27/2019 7:55:00 AM

Thanks so very much Paul for your visit and nice comment.

Brenda Chiri

Date: 9/26/2019 3:13:00 PM

Chris we all have days like that! Just gotten keep your head up and pray someday it will get easier! We know it doesn't but we can only hope something changes! My dear friend I feel you! But I know nothing said helps! ;(

Chris Green
Date: 9/26/2019 3:28:00 PM

Thank you my friend for your kind and wonderful thoughts. You know me, it happens. I just try to write it out when it does.

Heidi Sands

Date: 9/26/2019 2:51:00 PM

Some things hurt so very much as you have expressed in this poem. And when that hurt takes over it certainly is a lost feeling. Smiles sent your way :)

Chris Green
Date: 9/26/2019 3:27:00 PM

Thank you so very much Heidi. I appreciate you my friend.

Hello There

Date: 9/26/2019 2:36:00 PM

Oh no, if I could sing, I would sing to you... feeling this.

Chris Green
Date: 9/26/2019 2:46:00 PM

Thank you my friend, I truly appreciate that but at the moment all I would probably hear is the blues. Though your visit has brought me a smile, so thank you again.