Misplaced Poem by JenOfPoetry METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING

Alone in a lost world.

Scars slow in healing.

Love surrounds but it’s not the kind that is beseech-ed.

Who out there can hear the cries and sooth the wounds with antiseptic care?

Pain so deep, drowning is the only way to delete the feeling from existence.

Reach out for understanding and clarity but the screams are silent.

Eyes see the distress but blind to the solution in helping.

Words are unclear of the sentiments because familiarity of the situation is unknown.

Love and verbal kisses are so close but seem so far away.

Alone in a lost world,

The walking dead only sees what it wants.

Tunnel vision so long those miles of compassion are unseen. One focus one desire.

Head hangs high to hide the hanging heart that roots the hurt.

Can’t let them see the weakness and misery because the overly caring half genuine concern will only heighten the agony.

Strong personas are the only survival means to keep moving in this hopeless state of mind.

Who can understand the direction of this road that leads to wherever?

Lifeless in this life that is dim and desolate;

What reason is there for existence if the grief can be so heinous and disturbing?

Confiscated in a lost land to maybe never be seen the same.

Will it ever go away?

Will another life of joy develop to remember this one as a learning lesson?

Difficult it is to know that because of imperfections things in this fashion will occur.

Until God sees fit to clean up and remove the things that tear us down, there is the need to keep in prayer and ask for assistance, strength, endurance and discernment to walk in this crazy lost world called life to find the place that will fit.

JenOfPoetry™
©Feb 12 2015