sad poem

Poem: In the darkness of the muddy waters

~ John Loraine ~ 3 Comments

Unwanted, unneeded, unfit, rejected.
Society is still out there, doing its thing
But you are not part of it anymore, any longer.
You used to be there, and you had that spark in your eyes
But the tides have shifted, and now
You’re drowning in the darkness of the muddy waters,
Eating shit with shellfish, and seaweed, and sadness.
Sitting all alone in the darkness, chainsmoking
And pouring more wine in your glass bought on credit,
You’ve seen the better days, some days before.
Now, all you can see is the misery and despair.
There is a cold spring wind blowing in the night
The cigarette is feeling cold, too.
There is no job tomorrow and nowhere to go,
There is just more of this emptiness and cigarette smoke.
You’ve had your success, and you’ve been down before,
But each time, it feels like it’s the worst one yet.
This fucking life always goes up and down
And you have to learn to play this game sometime.
People meant to live, and people meant to die,
People meant to suffer, and people meant to survive.
I am fighting hard, but my fighting with myself,
Killing my shadow in the uneven match.
The moon is up high, and there are planes in the sky
Going somewhere.
The stars are all there and have no other business but shine.
You were the star once, and you’ve shone bright and high,
But even the stars do go down once in a while.
And you went down to the lowest of the low,
The lowest you’ve ever been, with all that success in the past.
There will be tomorrow and some more days in your life
You’ll figure out living as you’re learning to die.

Poem: The matter of life and death

~ John Loraine ~ 12 Comments

The feelings of sadness and emptiness 
Are filling myself up as if  
Running water fills up the cup 
And runs over the top splashing all over. 
I was left alone and hopeless with an emptiness in my heart 
And some random thoughts about nothing. 
Everything becomes nothing 
When you become less than zero, 
When your soul is just another cloud in the sky 
Blown away and torn apart by the wind, 
Burned by the sun and shit over by the birds. 
Everyone has its own destiny 
And the destiny sure has everyone alright. 
These games with life are tough,  
One will never get out of here alive. 
You can smile death right in the face saying ‘Fuck you’ 
But guess who will be laughing in the end? 
This is the fight for life and death as we are all getting closer 
Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute… 
Everybody has their own clock to punch out
When their time comes.