Losing Battles

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

― Carl Sandburg

It is unbelievable how much truth there is to that quote. Here is a little something that came to my mind on one of my many sleepless nights. We all struggle with handling our emotions. Some more than the others. To some its a sure shot path to destruction- to feel. They put their guards up and lock their feelings away forever, but every once in a while someone shows up and shakes the very foundation of it all.

Losing battles

There's this feeling, exploding inside of me today
something I know not of.
A forgotten concept, a lost friend, a dried up ocean, emotions have been for me.

Yet a storm is building up today
inordinate it's extend be.
A cold winter night I first felt the shivers, forlorn and frazzled, it's nostalgia is upon me.

I built a dam, that put a stopper to this agonising tornado
for feelings were for me, my own poison ivy.
Locked in my tower, I fancied no such thing, then why has this incursion happened upon me.


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I built a dam, that put a stopper to this agonising tornado
for feelings were for me, my own poison ivy.
Locked in my tower, I fancied no such thing, then why has this incursion happened upon me.

This part of the poem was very emotional, it seemed so emotional, so pained, yet so calm and relaxing and beautiful, I love your command if vocabulary.

Ah, you’re too kind. Thank you so much ❤️

Loving this poem, thanks for the post.

Thank you so much.

I felt this poem:)

I’m glad ❤️

nice post. I comment with this

we have a big tornado
we contain volcanoes
we have a tsunami
we contain a flame

stay waiting time
when it will explode
when to stop
when will booming

but we have a fortress
we have anger burners
inhale breath slowly
so that all loads can come out gently
until there was no explosion
or a tornado from our mouth
until there is no fire from our words
until spring and summer are coming soon
change from the winter
to embrace beauty
our hearts and selves

Did you write that poem? It’s wonderful.

yes. if you like you can visit my blog.
i comment poem with apoem jut rciprocate
I usually comment @dobartin too