erikestabrook

sinking in this life,
not knowing what's the ground,
taught over and over again,
the Earth holds chains by bounds,

time to myself is all the time I have,
it would help if I knew the vein to stab,
people know each other and all I know,
is they don't get along or care a bit at all,

Pampered, never doing by myself,
Is this ugly mess what I wanted for me?
time by time these hours,
are flooding my mind,

What am I? not the answer for your solution,
a soul of pollution, who doesn't know where to find himself,
something to hold is far to foreign,
no one's forgiven,

I was taught by hours alone,
how tragic this life is,
it's set a reminder of what love has failed to do,
the only thing I'm in need of is you.

PaintedDiary

Dear Erik,

I read this several times and it is interesting how you are talking to yourself, your love, to the world, and your audience with certain select words or phrases and I thought that was very skillful. The lines I highlighted stood out like flood lights, and are very powerful and are attention getting! That last line was classic after a sad and what appears to be a very dismal existence. I also love how it was not pretty much until that last line, that I knew you were talking to your love, and then I instantly reacted differently to your piece. Many ranges of emotion intertwined here. Great Poem Erik!

Kimberly

erikestabrook

corrections made and thanks Kim