blue pt 2

More creative haiku collaboration with HelloLauren based on her post .

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Brokenhearted one
Sad secrets are in the shards
Blue melancholy

misery abounds
happiness has no home here
all hope abandoned

Wretched, sick, flailing
Questioning my existence
End this lonely life

everything ends
except for this solitude
no one hears my cries

Though they are so loud
Soaked in years of tears and storms
Where is my savior

the skies of heaven
vacant halls of ancient myth
prayers fall on deaf ears

Or on hearing ears
Ones that don’t care to listen
Selfishness reigns here

but one day i hope
the clouds of doubt will fade away
and light shall pour forth

On one day maybe
The labors of hope bear fruit
Loneliness subsides

but until that day
grief stricken tears follow me
reminders of you

You shattered my heart
I’m walking on broken glass
Blood flows from my feet

but i will survive
Always have and always will
If only in spite

I will press onward
With the pieces of myself
Me and my blue soul

16 thoughts on “blue pt 2

      1. I think it was Carroll, Tolkien and…I don’t know some other ok- I looked it up- C.S. Lewis who all were in a group called The Inklings. And then I think the writer of Gatsby dangit internet? Fitzgerald and Hemingway were friends. And maybe Woolf? Community is important. I miss my writers’ group. Being on your own like Thoreau- or homebound like Dickinson doesn’t hurt either. I never sat still before I got ill. I learned to. Difference between seeing connection in the universe or in microbiology.

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                    1. Sounds like a plan. Might have to change the name. Like Churchill – If you’re going through hell- keep going.

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