Moonless Night

Sitting in a chair
where confidence
hides within 
the tattered fabric,
she’s mesmerized
by raindrops
sliding down
the fogged
window pane

Then she stares
at the gadget
in her hand,
a lifeline to
the outer world

where she is
irrelevant

Only her thoughts
keep her company,
and they can be
her worst enemy

She gathers just
enough strength
to wonder
if this is the end-all

Lauren Scott © 2018

 

 

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38 thoughts on “Moonless Night

  1. Sad and very insightful writing.
    Is this what we become, irrelevant holding a lifeline to Life and Humanity.
    Many thoughts run through my mind with your words Lauren, you always go straight to Heart of Emotions.

    • Thanks for your kind words, Ian. Unfortunately, not everyone feels life is all rosy. There are people who feel all alone in life with no one to turn to. I was inspired to write because of them, so not all poetry is joyful, either. Thanks again, my friend. I always appreciate your comments.

    • Thanks for your insightful words, Miriam. So many people find themselves isolated from the world for one reason or another, and it is them who I thought of when writing this poem. Not everyone in life finds that hint of light. Sad to say, but true…
      💕

    • Thanks so much, Jill. Depression is something not to take lightly, and thinking of those struggling with this for whatever reason inspired me to write. I usually like to add hope at the end, but I decided against it because this is reality for many. That light isn’t always visual for some. Life isn’t always a field of sunflowers. Anyway, thanks again, and have a good day. 🌻💗

    • Aww, thanks so much, Rama. Sadness is all around us and some don’t have the strength to pull out. I don’t usually write sad poetry, but life isn’t always happy. ❤

    • Thanks, Betty. Your words mean a lot coming from the amazing writer that you are. Before I wrote this, I thought of those who spend life alone with no one to turn to. We knew someone who committed suicide and others who struggled with depression. So, it’s not something to ignore. Anyway, I always like to include a ray of hope at the end, but then again, that’s not reality for everyone. So, I left it on a sad note. And because it’s so sad, I was sorry to read that it made you think of your mom. 😦 Many hugs, my friend…❤

      • Lauren, it’s all right to write a sad poem once in awhile, and I’m glad you posted this. It’s a part of life and so many of us either experience the topic in your poem, or they’re witness to it. It made me think of my mom because she had Alzheimer’s, and in her last year she’d pick up the phone but not know what to do with it. She was very lonely because she stopped recognizing us and those around her who were trying to help her. She outlived all her friends and didn’t understand where they were.
        ANYway, what I’m trying to say is that a poem like this is cathartic to many of us and that’s a good thing. And I think reading might help someone who is alone feel not so lonely if that makes sense.
        BTW, I think YOUR poetry is amazing, my friend. 💕😊 Many hugs to you. ❤️

      • I understand now about your mom, and my sister’s husband is in the same boat now. It’s such a sad disease and so difficult watching it control our loved ones. I’m sorry you and your family experienced that, but especially your mom.
        I also feel the same as you in that reading such poems are helpful to those in similar situations. So, thank you for all your kind words, and also about my poetry, too. 😀 Hugs back! It’s another hot day, but we’re surviving. ❤🌻

  2. The importance of relevance is how we feel about our self. We were created to feel good about self and share that joy of life with those around us. Who cares if we are irrelevant to millions of people who are in world locations remote from us. We do have some responsibility to them too and the gadget in your hand reveals where we may be able to help with our limited means. But it’s largely in our neighbourhood where we can feel fulfillment and bring fulfillment to others. 🙂

    • Thanks for your insightful comment, Ian, and while I agree with all you said, this poem touches on those people who don’t have any support circle, not in families, or even in their neighborhoods. Thus, they feel irrelevant to the outside world. Self care, as you said, is most important, but not all people practice it. We’ve known some who have struggled with depression, and sometimes, that flicker of light is so dim for them to see. So, this poem was inspired by these people because it is reality.
      Life isn’t joyful for everyone. It’s not a bed of roses for everyone. So sad to say or to even think that a person has absolutely no one to talk to, to share their struggles or even their dreams, if they have the energy to dream. I wanted to write in a way that tugged at the hearts who read my words. Anyway, thanks again for your feedback. It’s always appreciated. 🙂

  3. Self-confidence has to be nurtured…I can see a streak of light around her, she can wonder and has a ‘gadget’ in her hand. I am sure she would read something positive to dismiss those depressing thoughts. Everybody has to face them but they pass off Lauren. Let her rise!

    • I like your hopeful words, Balroop, and it’s with that tone that I usually like to end any sad poems. But this time, I chose to simply explore reality for some. We have known people who have struggled with depression, and one friend who committed suicide. So, depressing thoughts aren’t always dismissed for the light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, that’s what we all wish for. It’s just not everyone’s reality. It’s so sad to say, though, isn’t it? Life isn’t a field of sunflowers for all to enjoy. But we can only hope that those who do struggle manage somehow to see that light shining, even if it is just a flicker. Thanks again, for your feedback. 🌼

  4. Strong words Lauren and such a true portrayal of what must be a reality for many. Life certainly isnt all Sunflowers but we need to keep planting them and enjoying them and maybe picking some and sharing them with others to brighten their day. Espeially the elderly.

  5. Always a pleasure to read your thoughts in verses,dear Lauren.Nostalgia,melancholy,compassion or joy incessantly alternate and interweave diverse patterns for the days of our lives.Hugs to you,my friend 🙂

    • Thank you for your beautiful, poetic comment, Doda. I’m glad you enjoyed this, too, even though it wasn’t a happy write. 🙂 But, as we all know, happy isn’t always what everyone is feeling. Hugs to you, too, and Happy Friday! 💗🎉🌼

  6. Those thoughts can truly be one’s own worst enemy… you’ve captured the sense of isolation and hopelessness one feels when having been taken prisoner of depression perfectly, Lauren. And no, sadly the world is not a rosy place for everyone. ❤

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