Why can’t I hope?

I threw a rock and it hit me in the back of my neck.

Walked silently down life’s corridor in my stream of day’s of wreck.

I would so much like to go beside you all of my life.

Told you many times, come on now and be my wife.

Seen so much of a fragile world, made it so myself, I say.

Your entrance in my life, changed the world and it filled up glory in my day.

I tried the best I could and it brought only the worst of me.

It seems to me the oblivion days are gathering to meet me there.

Soon there will be no evidence of my ever being here.

I can tell this, so much in me has been so misunderstood.

I have such difficulties to write down as usually, my thoughts have turned to wood.

I bare my feelings naked outside my face and my inner is shattered to pieces.

Don’t seem to care for much for anything anymore, it will all turn until I decease.

Looked so many times behind me but knowing, I should have been right here with more faith.

A facade with no visible cracks just the traces of tears flowing downwards shows, it’s all much too late.

Tomorrow is just another day that should have been a yesterday.

The turn of the clock and the spinning world is leaving me nothing more to say.

Cascading in my hell in sheer desperation with only one thing in mind.

As I laid eyes on you, your beauty dazzled me and for good I went blind.

Shouted out loud!

Helle, I can’t hope!

I can’t cope!

I can’t find the way home.

Maybe I am meant to end up alone.

This entry was posted in Poetry on by .

About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

1 thought on “Why can’t I hope?

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” Why can’t I hope ? ” draws together and re-works many of the strands from Jan’s oeuvre . His work displays its ,by now, familiar raw-edged authenticity . Evocations of loss ,longing and disappointment and the often elusive hope provide the sinews and muscles of this distinguished and distinguishable Corpus of poetry.

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *