sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
It Feeds
My anxiety must be fed. It sits there, disturbed and malnourished. It thrives on chaos with the humble ability to fix anything and everything. It's starving and disastrous. It hyper focuses on what can be misconstrued and mislabeled. I will forever wonder if I ever meant to you what you meant to me. What you represented and all we could have been. I hope the silence whispers loudly to you more than I ever did. I want you to feel every bit of desperation I had that you would settle for me. I will never be worthy if I do not believe it myself. As much as I wanted peace and stability, I do not know how to instill it in myself. It's as if I do not deserve what I truly want. I cannot accept anything less than what I require. My nerves would not allow me to stay where I could not be planted, where I could not take root. I held on longer than I should have because it's not in my nature to give up even when it's inevitable. Your actions barely mattered more than your makeshift words which you often repeated only after me. I wish I could escape the hold you have on me. I can finally say my heart is indeed broken. I envisioned a truth where we could be ourselves together. But the truth put fear into you and it only made me more unsettled. You didn't put up a fight to keep me. I was released from an apprehensive state where my sleep deprived me of my nights. What would it take to finally be healed? What has been summoned inside of me? I'm not bitter, just disappointed. My heartache was wrapped up in the distance you cultivated. You had to protect yourself from what I represented also. You couldn't hold me in the same high regard I held you. Something broke inside of me that not even you could fix. I conditioned myself into accepting the bare minimum though I always gave more. What would it take to finally be enough for someone to choose me? I cannot expect this kind of devotion when I cannot give it to myself. The weight of your indifference dismantled me eventually. You displayed affection just enough to make me beg for more. You dangled hope on a string to force me to look past your hesitations. I thought what we had was sacred. That it was special and universally accepted. I was the storm chaser while you were the wind that couldn't be tethered. I need to let you be free. Let you be free of me. Life goes on with or without you. My anxiety refuses to be tamed but it cannot be the master of me. I cannot let my emotions and my fear cripple me. I have wasted decades manipulating myself into believing lies. Conspiracy theories about myself that were always untrue. My anxiety drains the life out of me. It feeds off of my energy reserves and robs me of any potential comfort. What I could still be is up to me. My anxiety must be conquered and overthrown. It cannot continue to feed on me. You couldn't stifle this desperation. You couldn't fix me nor could I fix you. It feeds but it will eventually be sated. It will humbled one day. One day, it won't be hungry anymore. The future is still yet to be grasped. I will embrace it when this anxiety is finally laid to rest
By Anna Torres4 months ago in Poets
Sense Of Impending Doom
Rest, sleep, hope, try I really hope ... I will not die Too much to see Too much to do My children need my love like glue I thought I might have more time left to move some mountains Be myself But time feels like it's running out Don't sympathise It's all my fault I do not wish to change my past The fun I had Friends loved and lost So many lovers passed me by I realise now They were my guide For now I live the perfect life Surrounded by my kids and wife I pray I may have decades left But now will have to do instead. --- This poem is a powerful reflection on mortality, regret, gratitude, and acceptance. The speaker appears to be facing the possibility of death and is thinking deeply about life, family, and the passage of time. Despite fear and uncertainty, the poem ultimately expresses appreciation for the life that has been lived and a desire to make the most of whatever time remains. The poem begins with the simple words, “Rest, sleep, hope, try.” These words represent the basic human struggle to keep going during difficult times. The speaker is searching for peace, trying to rest, holding on to hope, and continuing to make an effort despite challenges. The next line, “I really hope ... I will not die,” reveals a deep fear of death. The speaker is not ready to leave the world and still has dreams, responsibilities, and loved ones who need them. The lines “Too much to see / Too much to do” emphasize that life feels unfinished. The speaker believes there are still experiences to enjoy, goals to achieve, and moments yet to be lived. This feeling is common among people who face illness, aging, or uncertainty. Life seems precious because there is always more to discover. A particularly emotional section follows: “My children need my love like glue.” Here, the speaker highlights the importance of family. The metaphor “like glue” suggests that a parent's love holds the family together. The speaker worries about leaving their children behind and feels responsible for supporting and guiding them. This concern reflects the deep bond between parent and child. The poem then shifts toward personal reflection. The speaker admits, “I thought I might have more time left to move some mountains.” The phrase “move some mountains” symbolizes achieving great things or making significant changes in life. The speaker had hoped for more time to pursue ambitions, grow as a person, and fully express their true self. However, time now seems limited, creating a sense of urgency. When the speaker says, “Don't sympathise / It's all my fault,” there is a moment of self-blame and personal responsibility. Yet this feeling is quickly balanced by acceptance. The speaker does not want pity and chooses to own the consequences of their choices. Importantly, they add, “I do not wish to change my past.” This reveals wisdom and maturity. Although mistakes may have been made, the speaker accepts their life journey as it happened. The poem continues with memories of joy and relationships: “The fun I had / Friends loved and lost / So many lovers passed me by.” These lines show a life filled with experiences, friendships, love, and loss. The speaker recognizes that every relationship, even those that ended, contributed something valuable. Rather than feeling bitter, they view these people as teachers and guides. This idea becomes clear in the line, “I realise now / They were my guide.” Looking back, the speaker understands that past relationships helped shape their identity and taught important lessons. Even painful experiences had meaning and contributed to personal growth. The final section brings a sense of peace and gratitude. The speaker says they now live “the perfect life,” surrounded by their children and spouse. Perfection here does not mean a life without problems; rather, it means a life rich in love, connection, and meaning. Family has become the speaker's greatest source of happiness. The poem ends with a bittersweet acceptance: “I pray I may have decades left / But now will have to do instead.” The speaker still hopes for many more years, but understands that the future is uncertain. Instead of focusing on what might be lost, they choose to appreciate the present moment. Overall, this poem explores the universal themes of mortality, family, reflection, and acceptance. It reminds readers that while life may be imperfect and time may be limited, love, relationships, and cherished memories give life its true value. The poem encourages us to appreciate the present, learn from the past, and treasure the people who matter most.
By Discipline 4 months ago in Poets
