Worst in world
Worst in world
Swinging the hammer at every nail
Nothing to show but holes in the wall
Once tall, now small, too many fail
Moving along corridor alone in dark
All surfaces covered in razor blades
No graze, pain fades, no bite much bark
To the bone the fingers down are worn
What was strong now feeble and frayed
None stayed, one strayed, one never born
The lie of word in the speech of desire
A forever place where two would know
To grow, to slow, and together retire
The fault is square and heavy on chest
Nothing to go back on and no more moves
Across rooves, under hooves, only the best
Not good enough for this life to let it slide
And end the suffering and bless with more
No store, empty roar, no place to hide
In the corner and damp in ball curled
Disbelieving it all could amount to this
Shaking fist, mental cyst, worst in world
Need asked and responsibility was taken
Within the means with a little more work
All lurk, full murk, the job was mistaken
Nothing is grand and nothing is sound
Unable to do what needed to be done
No sun, no fun, only letting them down
I thought I had it, thought I could do
Bring ends together and plenty provide
Will tried, body died and I failed you two.
[ a Steem original ]
A little dark... Guessing at meaning is not my gift. After my wife died of brain cancer, I traveled a dark emotional road that smelled of death and failure. I was unable to provide support for my surviving children. All I could do was love them. Lessons were never discussed. Many things previously important became trivial. Habit alone kept us going. Outsiders stepped in to help. It has been daily regret for 19 years. Every day I did my best.
Sorry... my personal memories may have darkened my response.
Darkened responses are nothing to apologise for and personally, I find them strangely comforting. Each day we do our best but lately I get the feeling that my best isn't going to cut it. What then? Keep trying knowing that failure is imminent.. not much else to do.
I'm always interested in what inspires a person to write like this? I think I like the story behind the poem just as much as the poem itself.
For me, my own failures in life to do what I need to do.
I can relate, I have written many poems about my own regrets- usually concerning drinking or bad habits. It seems that a lot of good writing comes from a place like that.
I’m not sure what the circumstances are, but just from following your posts, I can tell that you are a loving husband and father. Sometimes, if you are questioning your worth as either, it probably means that you are doing something right because you care too much. Sorry, I don’t always have a way with words, so I can’t quite explain exactly what I mean. I’m sorry if you’re feeling low, but it made for a beautiful, dark piece of poetry. Take care, Taraz.
Thanks Melody. Feeling low isn't the issue, that is an average but I think the worst feeling must be letting down people who need you not to let them down. Thinking/writing about it helps me.
Listen mate, you write a good poem, but you really need to quit being hard on yourself. You write so many pieces on working hard and giving more and what you endure for your family and with them that you couldn't be a failure if you tried.
Now cut the crap and get back on your horse
they help me process I think. I am not Virginia Woolf.
A little depressing
But you are a thinker and that includes all aspects.
Can't grow if you don't explore
I believe all this while your talent was in writing. Maybe you ventured in a different profession that you had to up to earn a living. It happens so thay when you are not happy at your earning place, you will not be happy at home and vice versa. I believe you have immense talent in writing poetry , though dark ones, but that is what is life all about. Dark days make us realize the worth of the brighter days, and hopefully you have a lot of bright ones rather than the wicked dark ones ....Cheerup :)
The words sound so familiar... definitely something I've felt before
Now this is a profound piece, clearly your heart and soul exposed, best.
The poem is sad, but it is a good way to vent everything you feel for what you are going through. I imagine that is your beautiful girl, in the photo. She will be fine