Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Day 19 – Get Listed:  Poems in April Edition  (posted by Sanaa)
Choose one of the word groups (use all four words) that best fits with mood/theme/personality of your poem.

My words are:  despair, blood, guts, dark

When engulfed in despair
it is difficult
to care that others
have it worse. Curse
the darkness that settles
in your gut, feels
like a rut you cannot
pull yourself out of,
like drowning in a pool
of your own blood.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Engulfed

  1. willow88switches says:

    how true – we all forget in moments, wrapped in our own despair, problems, that there are others who do live and suffer far worse, often for “far less” than we understand ~
    but then, how to pull our noses out of our own navels? and still understand where the truth of honouring our own problems also means acknowledging them and allowing them true voice too. Quite the conundrum at times.
    I like how you’ve kept this simple, yet it speaks with a “fresher” voice – and your choice of Curse really is like a pivot here, offers several possibilities.


  2. Sherry says:

    This must be how it feels. Well expressed, Sara.


  3. So true.. it’s hard to lift your head and see when all you have inside is dark.


  4. Self pity is harmful in so many ways.


  5. sanaarizvi says:

    That’s despair alright… it gnaws at us if we don’t fight back!


  6. Absolutely true, and universally experienced – yet expressed so well that it strikes us anew, like a revelation.


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