Hopeless Thoughts Poem by Alex Rozoff

Hopeless Thoughts



I lay awake waiting for a call,
To hear something; anything at all,
The silence is overwelming me,
Feeling weary back to sleep I fall.

I wake up late around six-thirty,
The day is gone I can clearly see,
I cannot go back to my resting,
I find some shade under a large tree,

Cannot stand the feeling of nothing,
I wonder how these birds can still sing,
When this concept of life is a lie,
Knowing that purpose has no meaning,

Wasting away I let out a sigh,
I know that I do not fear to die,
My only fear is not to live,
Only after life can I say bye,

In this world I don't have much to give,
All I need is some initiative,
Or maybe something to give me hope,
All of that seems so derivative,

So as I reach the end of my rope,
I'm finding it very hard to cope,
When in this life I ended up lost,
Seems all is lost so now I must mope.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Iain Aplin 10 July 2006

i feel only the word 'sacrificial' from reading this.

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Alex Rozoff

Alex Rozoff

Milford, Ohio
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