Frustration

[David T. Kerry]

FRUSTRATION

I exist in a spiritual woodland

A forest so dark and dense

There are no paths, there are no signs

A world devoid of sense.

Life's cosy veneer of immortality

Has been stripped off every tree

And life's raw vulnerability

Is exposed for all to see.

I try to make some progress

But which way do I go?

I battle hard through every day

But still there's nought to show.

Each path I cut, leads to a tree

Each tree leads to one more

Where is that forest clearing

Where is that elusive door?

I look above for signs of hope

But trees block out the light

My days are filled with darkness

My nights are fuelled with fright.

A ray of light sometimes breaks through

A weak and pallid ray

No sooner have I felt its warmth

Than night eclipses day.

Where does the forest edge reside?

Where do the trees thin out?

At least I'd have a fighting chance

And someone may hear my shout.

[Trudy1964]

David,

I don't think you can truly understand your poems unless you are where we are. Thank you for putting our feelings to words. I am soooo very sorry for your pain.

Missing my Mom,

Trudy

[missing rick]

Dear David

Please keep writing, you express so well what we all are feeling or have felt. Thank you! I am so very sorry for your great loss..love Jane

[STARKISS]

Dear David T. Kerry,

Thank you so very much for sharing your peom with all of us, It is certainly nice when people share things and your peom does tell it all... Thanks again Shelley

[chandrasmom]

David, Your poem is a beautiful way of expressing this horrible time of grieving.

Deborah