Poetry

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Hopelessness

Rain pounds on the windows,
Yet it can never get in.

It is like some people
Knocking on closed doors
Failing to realize
That they will never open.

It is pitiful to those
Who are on the inside
Watching the rain's fruitless
Yet incessant drive.
They know
It will never succeed.

Futility

It’s the only leaf left on the tree of life.
All the rest have blown away.
It lives, it grows, but none live with it.

Growing Up II

Struggling so hard
To be free
To be me
And having a bad enough time
On my own,
Within my head
Without the added hassle
Of trying to stay out
Of the box you want to put me in

Thoughts of Sadness

You’re gone
I'm empty, alone, beaten and sad
And you, you are gone.
I want what we shared
I want it back again
I'm reaching out for it,
And it's not there.
Yet I don't even know what I am reaching for.
I only know that you are gone
And I? I'm empty, alone, beaten and sad.

(C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with with proper credits.

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