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Too Sad To Function

It seems that no one really gets it. The painful truth of my regret. A life lived unsuccessfully. The one I love does not love me. I now am on my final leg. And find that I'm too proud to beg. This world is more than I can bear. Alone, I just sit here and stare. The money's gone, too unemployable. Too alone, life's not enjoyable. My heart is broken and she don't care. Alone, I just sit here and stare. It's obvious, I'm calling out. In ways without having to shout. Someone to say that they do care. Because I alone, just sit and stare. P.S. Understand people, I don't want to die. But I just don't know how to live.

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Harry Horsman

Date: 6/29/2016 2:58:00 PM

You have a purpose Robert, and it's all there in your poetry, anyone that can write as good as this, has sincerity, and that is a good place to start..

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/23/2016 7:40:00 PM

Yes, Robert I get it. But many of us also make this stuff up, which makes it hard to know when it's real or not. Anyway, you write this way a lot and I think your good friends would come to realize it's the real you. Thanks so much for seeing my poetry today. Please let me know if there are any oldies of yours I somehow missed.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/20/2016 4:13:00 PM

oh robert, I know you are sad. Your poems always show it too. I wish I could be there to talk it over with you. you HAVE to get out. Meet people. Go to a church. Go to the dang laundromat!! People everywhere are wanting to find mates!! I had a single friend in her late 50's and she got a LOT of hits on those websites for meeting people and she was not even good looking .haha. Hope you will try!!

Robert Johnson
Date: 6/20/2016 4:49:00 PM

Thank you Andrea, it's nice when someone at least get's that things are real and not just another sad poem.

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 6/20/2016 12:49:00 PM

Boiled sap of sweet maples, beats thumb tacks and staples. Believe me, alone is not always such a bad thing, Robert. Anyhow, God has allotted you this muse. A soulful write depicting sorrow and dejection. Life is not always a kind teacher, but regardless it forces us to learn our lessons, then to move onto something nicer. Keep well and don't stop writing! Wishing you the best, Mikki

Robert Johnson
Date: 6/20/2016 1:08:00 PM

Forgive me Michelle, but your words fall on my heart like the counsel to Job. When God chooses such paths for us, we are left to live and die within the realities. I ask that you not think me rude.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/19/2016 3:22:00 PM

I can feel the pain in this one..I hope that it is not your life but you are just putting yourself in the shoes of one who is experiencing this kind of pain..Writing about it helps to heal if it is you who are hurting..Sara