Lost Hope

What good are these wings  to me

They have never helped me to be free.

What use have I for these eyes

Pluck them out, ignore my plaintiff cries.

 

What need have I of  these arms

None, none if not for your charms

What use my soul what use  my heart

Your harsh  words have rent them in half.

 

What point  my life what hope have I

I am replete, forlorn I need to die.

What good these wings I ask you with a sigh

What good to me who  can no longer fly.

 

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38 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. georgiakevin
    Oct 27, 2014 @ 20:32:48

    What a beautiful touching poem.

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  2. Lisa
    Oct 27, 2014 @ 20:51:51

    How come she can’t fly anymore?

    Reply

  3. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Oct 28, 2014 @ 00:42:16

    The emotion is what this is about and you GOT it. ❤ ❤

    Reply

  4. Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister
    Oct 28, 2014 @ 01:09:55

    I have to believe that it is never too late, dear Willow. xxxx ♡ Melancholy soul of a word picture…

    Reply

  5. Paul
    Oct 28, 2014 @ 07:26:30

    Yikes – wingless! Well, i would suggest that if she had them once she can find them again. After the appropriate time, of course.

    Excellent poem Willow.

    Reply

  6. socialbridge
    Oct 28, 2014 @ 09:56:52

    The notion of ‘Lost Hope’ just spells the end to me BUT one wonders in how many cases can hope be found again when all seems lost.

    Reply

  7. Helen Espinosa
    Oct 31, 2014 @ 11:50:04

    Beautiful, Willow!

    Reply

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