The Wasteland

a bad day

A dreay day has fallen on me.

I've forgotten everything that I am.

I've lost all the things that I wanted to be,

And have been sent here, to the Wasteland.

 

So, now I shall spend it in what-ifs and whys,

And try to make answers of nothing.

Be ravaged and beaten by truths and lies,

reduced to a state less than being.

 

In the land of waste I breathe and I blink,

And I smoke and I drink and I cry.

In this usless place, some times I think,

"And so, this is where I shall die."

 

Where the sun once hung in its beautiful sky,

A black hole fills its now empty space,

And we, the dwellers, wander and cry--

This black hole, now, gives nothing a place.

 

And nothingness fills everything that we are.,

We've no purpose, no place, no time.

Now I just wish for the light of a star,

But darkness leaves us no place to shine,

Reviews

[zainul]

A sunny day often appears from the silver lining around the cloud.Similarly, we may hope that a resourceful wonderland may emerge from the wasteland all on a sudden.
Great write.
Enjoyed reading.

[gr8naynay]

Indeed! It's all based on perspective, but sometimes we need to realize the hopelessness of a situation in order to have any hope at all...if that makes sense. Sometimes we hang on to pain...in fact we are addicted to it. I think it's important to recognize when things aren't going to get better so we can let go and move on. Though this poem isn't a hopeful one, maybe it just means that it's okay to lose hope in what no longer serves us so we may be hopeful for something new that will...maybe I'm just reaching but I think that's where I was when I wrote this poem. Unspeakably sad, but looking forward to the newness of tomorrow.

[zainul]

I appreciate your view.
Thanks for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

not usually a fan of rhyme....but this is subtle and really works...i like the use of the title...T.S. Eliot's poem is a classic...yes, but this is more real...this poem i feel so much...being at that age where i often ponder the why's and what if's...

often...

melded together well, this poem is.

jacob

[gr8naynay]

Thank you Jacob for your review. For years I was a poet in closet because of my rhyme...I know many people find rhyme easy and pretentious and sing songy, but it works for me. I'm glad my rhyme did not detour you. Also this is a very old write and when I titled it I had no idea about T.S. Eliot or his incredible work titled The Wasteland. When I became aware of that fact I tried to change the title but it just didn't work. How could I name it anything else? The goal of my poetry is to be as real a possible, often finding a silver-lining to a grey cloud. There was no silver lining here, but often that is just the way it is. I wrote this poem when I was 16 or 17, so in that context this poem is filled with angst, but I am quite proud of it nonetheless because we can find ourselves in the Wasteland at any age, can't we?