Hopelessness Poems

Over One Percent Of Floridas Prisoners Die Every Year In Prison And It's Never In The News

the sun cooks the fences
the guards smoke and laugh
men rot behind steel,
stacked like moldy bread.

over one percent
they die—
nobody counts
except the families,
and the dirt.

a body here,
a stabbing there,
sickness in the cells
that medicine never touches.

no cameras come,
no headlines scream.
just a whisper in the dark,
and silence sells better than truth.

When Hope Begets Hopelessness

H ealth forsakes you
O ver and over magic tonics promise recovery
P otential healing lures promising in the trees, again
E ven Eve knows better than to pick and eat, again

An Up for Each Down

Sometimes I only feel sad
  Sometimes I can just cry
  Sometimes I lose all hope
  Sometimes I am all alone
  And sometimes I smile wide

  Life certainly has its downs
  Sometimes I drown above water 
  But there’s also a future
  There’s friends to be made
 

Google Search, What to do When I'm Always Blue?

My brain is flooded
  I feel so worn
  I’m always tired
  My mind is torn
  Too many options
  Not enough time
  I struggle
  But it’s in my mind

  I’m here and there
  I’m happy, I’m sad
  I’m never both
  But I’m always mad
 

fortress

fortress 
. 
he built a fortress with his hands 
then climbed behind its walls, 
and shouted to those in command 
“you better run before it falls!” 
 . 
he played alone amongst the stones 
of false security, 
and when the fortress tumbled down 
the people came to see.   
.
they chopped the wood 
and

Forty Percent Of Our Children Now Feel Hopeless

I wake up already tired,
eyes heavy from screens and sleepless nights,
stomachs empty, wallets thinner than dreams,
parents fighting over bills, over nothing,
over everything.

at school, the hallways are battlefields,
words sharper than fists,
hands that shove, mouths that sneer,
judgment like a plague
spreading from locker to locker.

I scroll through images of perfection,
faces carved by filters, bodies built in mirrors,
wondering why

Trapped In Hopelessness

a match of hope struck
 in all-engulfing darkness ~
glowing spark dims out

Dis-Illusion

How can you say that your dreams,
Weaved into an atrocious scarf,
Is not the one you fathomed,
But at least keeps you warm?

Why do you feel so lonely,
Never could feel that emotion before,
When dusk falls, streetlights shimmer,
 And music starts to play?

Where do you go to hide,
From glares and unsolicited advices,
That keep hitting you like missiles,
But never

The World in A Tunnel

Cold walls line the filthy, darkened highway underground,
A breathless void, where daylight never makes a sound.
No leafy shroud to cloak my weary, rugged frame,
Dilated eyes, weak, trembling, and steeped in nameless shame.

I stagger on, my gaze a frantic, fearful sweep,
A rat squeaks, scurrying beneath my calloused feet.
A hand claws at my tattered bed sheet, sharp

Waning Moon and Blazing Sun

My days and nights merge strangely into one
The waning moon transforms to blazing sun,
and time no longer means a single thing
My sanity has flown on tempter's wing

I see the world in muted shades of grey
My words get tangled up each time I pray
My thoughts are lost inside an endless maze
I walk from room to room

The fire that now burns my spirit

                        Then happy in my own world,
            before you proposed your silly love to me.
Like a hot magma landing on a

A future of hopeless despair

You met me vibrant in my own world,
that was when you proposed your sick love,
Like a red-hot magma on seawater;
you blew open my brain and I could no longer think.
Now I meander like a mad man.
You started playing a despicable hide and seek game,
when you knew too well my heart is very fragile.
A little spark

Sour Drinks

She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline,
Her crown, heavy with my wasted want.
Never knows best, a fault of design.

Her tensions a dagger, a cunning divine,
A soul-bleeder, god as a vaunt.
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline.

The arson of anger will never confine,
For the plaid that’s been woven, I a gaunt
Never knows best, a

Cards

im playing cards with pandora
and she’s bleeding her hand
its so painfully obvious
i see her grand plan,
because calamities hit a set
and she’s feeling alright
but theres one card left
im holding hope tonight
and its hope which 
keeps me in this game,
im bankroll backed 
no matter the pain
that might come 
from losing it all
im in too deep
not prepared to

It is what it is

Not another word!
Keep those thoughts caged, zip it.
Or regret it later..
So what if it's bothering you?
Bear it patiently.
Embrace the undying power of silence.
Is it hard to suppress and stay quiet?
Bad news - You gotta stay hush anyway.
Good news - You must be used to it now.
Regardless, button your lips!

Bury the past.
So what if they hurt

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