Life Unknown

[His Name Is Frank]

I wrote this a couple of years ago. Kind of a writing assignment I gave to myself:Write from a perspective you will never know or experience personally. This suprisingly took a lot out of me emotionally. I am a man and you will see what I mean when about unknown perspective when you read this.


My eyes are open. It's a new day
Only it's not. It's the same as yesterday and the day before
Three long years. The same day
A river of tears. It's the same day
I try to alter the day. Alter my mind
Change how I feel with various pills
The day remains the same
Surrounded by friends,their laughter so alien
Seemingly mocking my inability to laugh along
Drink after drink cannot change how I think
Trying to distance my mind from my heart
Nothing I try can keep them apart
I write but the words have no meaning
I desperately search for an answer
There is none
I place a gun to my face and pray for courage
There is none
My fate it seems is to exist not exit
My mind constantly races
There is no peace in sight
There is no release no quiet moment
I try to talk to others,but the words cannot escape
No words spoken could make them understand
Guilt rage anguish agony regret remorse sorrow
I open my eyes again knowing there will be no tomorrow
Three years ago I carried a life
A son,a daughter unknown
Left alone I made my choice
I'd give my life to hear it's voice
Hollow,so hollow
Dead inside but the pain it lives
Regret is a starving creature that begs to be fed
I pray for the day when the sun will rise
And I can see the day with tomorrow's eyes
This is my prayer my dream my hope
Until that day comes I can only cope
I still feel a hint of what I carried inside
But live with the knowledge,that part has died
How do I feel,how do I stop
There is no answer,only the hope of tomorrow

 

[Jabberwocky]

wow, that is beautifully written. its hard to feel and relate a sense of empathy and i think you captured it well here. thanks for sharing.

 

[doofqueen]

That's really powerful.

 

[colicolo]

i have felt this before. more than once. This is a splendid piece.

There is no peace in sight
There is no release no quiet moment
I try to talk to others,but the words cannot escape
No words spoken could make them understand
Guilt rage anguish agony regret remorse sorrow
I open my eyes again knowing there will be no tomorrow

you have a gift, dont return it.