The moment when you’ve lost all hope
Too much, too much, there’s no way you can cope
You tried to turn around, but nope-
Helpless, Hopeless, Worthless.
Too much, too much, and those wasteful tears
Come flooding in from the dreaded years
Of trying to succeed, yet coming nowhere near.
Helpless, Hopeless, Worthless.
Holding onto nothing, grasping on to what’s not there
But living in the past won’t help these wounds repair
Yet living in the present cuts them deeper with despair.
Helpless, Hopeless, Worthless.
And oh! The poison, the knives, those evil, nasty words
The agony of listening, though the insults are absurd
You can’t take back what you’ve already heard-
Helpless, Hopeless, Worthless.
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The Artist's Palette- A Poetic Collection
PoetryThis anthology is selfsame to an artist's palette- poets carefully choose and blend their emotions on the creative panel of their mind before applying it in rationed amounts to the paper, the same way a painter would coalesce colors on a palette and...
