As seasons pass
As another season passes by,
It goes so swiftly I want to cry.
I see my body aging, my face growing old,
This is part of the reason I've become so bold.
I have no roots they can't grab true,
Every time they try, the dirt falls through.
My heart seems to been given to the highest bidder,
The thought of it all makes my soul seem to quiver.
Is it even possible not to matter that much?,
I'm deceived by everyone's gentle touch.
I pray each time that this one's real,
Each time I look in their eyes, I can tell they can't feel.
Realizing that I also feel the pain of others,
Is an extra burden that constantly smothers.
There are not too many people that feel like me,
They laugh, they mock, they smile with glee.
Look how we continue to affect, and hurt her?,
I feel like a lion, just being hunted for Fur.
I struggle each day to keep my head above water,
Only to drift down the river, and be led to my slaughter.
They say how complicated can your life be?
After all if I die, it will only be me.
You have no husband, mother, father, or brother,
Heck you won't even have grandchildren,
you were barren as a mother.
They say you better hurry, and grab some friends,
Only to be let down when that finally ends.
We have our problems they say, we can't worry about yours,
But they have time to tell me about all their cures.
Go to church they say, where there is limited sin,
The thought of it all makes me laugh and grin.
I've met so many that claimed they were honest and holy,
But after their intro, I'm the one that's left to feel lowly.
How can you reach God with your desperate pleas?,
Don't you know you should get on your knees?
He does things on his time, not yours they say,
But it's mine time that quickly floating away.
There doesn't seem to be a resolution in sight,
So I resort to my old tactics and continue to fight.
I try to fix everything, its what I do,
My reasons why, don't need to be made clear to you.
As predicted I will only crash and burn,
When I'm dead and buried is when I'll finally learn.
About this poem
A poem of a widowed woman trying to find her place in the world, after it had been turned upside down.
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Written on September 02, 2021
Submitted on September 05, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
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Words | 395 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 43 |
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