Alone Poem

Feeling Lost In This World

My inspiration for this poem is from feeling lost in this world. I don't know where this will take me, but it is how I am feeling in the moment. This is the first poem I have written to give me some hope in life.

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I lost my parents a long time ago. Now I live in a foster house. Well, I should say foster houses. A lot of parents kick me out after some months because they think I am trouble. They think I...

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Searching For My Soul

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Published: January 2017

In this life
I once felt hope.
  I sometimes still believe in this,
but each moment a little less.
  I feel abandoned in my despair,
and it's difficult to repair.
  I get broken each day some more,
keeping these emotions in my core.
  I find myself hiding behind this smile,
the one that shows my denial.
  I have thoughts of lonesomeness,
which no person should possess.
  I camouflage this so well;
it feels like I'm in hell.
  I hurt on the inside,
trying to push these demons aside.
  I want something better,
to not feel all this terror.
  I know it can be manageable;
there are things that make life tolerable.
  I just cannot find the thrill,
like when I was a child with a one dollar bill.
  I remember when dreams were imaginable,
now it feels like I'm undoubtedly fallible.
  I wish to find myself soon.
This feels as if I'm trapped in a cocoon.
  I would like to hatch,
not be so detached.
  I need to end this coldness,
before death leaves me soulless.

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  • Dean Pattrick by Dean Pattrick
  • 1 year ago

I lost my parents a long time ago. Now I live in a foster house. Well, I should say foster houses. A lot of parents kick me out after some months because they think I am trouble. They think I do drugs, but honestly, I don't. The last time I was kicked out of the house because my boss from the cafeteria where I worked to fulfill my needs kicked me out because I saved my colleague from him, and now I am here writing this, but I really appreciate you. You write really well. Keep writing. God has blessed you by putting those words in your mind. Stay blessed; keep writing.

  • Donna Music by Donna Music
  • 1 year ago

My heart goes out to all the ones who suffer with depression, anxiety, panic disorders, or any kind of mental illness. Those who have never suffered from this cannot understand and some don't want to understand. What's the saying? Walk a mile in my shoes. Well, I have walked in those shoes many, many miles. The bottom line is I know what it is to suffer from deep dark depression, anxiety, and panic disorders. I know where it is to be scorned by others saying get it together, it's all in your head.

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