Nada

It doesn't help to believe
everything happens for a reason
when the thing that is everything
doesn't happen.

How tortured a soul can be
with the ever constant idea
that just around the corner
something beautiful awaits.

The loss out weighs the promise
leaving you incomplete even though
you are full of hope for a future that
might be just a dream.

Reviews

[C.T. Bailey]

What single ounce of thought could I possibly contribute here that would make this piece of artwork any more significant? If anyone were to ask the question "what is poetry" this is the only answer that could be given. You have captured the pain of lost hope and you leave the reader asking the question "where is hope?" Best line for me- "The loss outwieghs the promise".
This ones in my library.
Well done,
Todd