Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Forlorn of Hope

by Tim Davis

I lurk in the shadows of despondency,
A decaying deity
Desperate and desolate.
Daily façade washed with forlorn
And an overwhelming sense of hopelessness.
Dashed hopes, albeit expected,
Reigniting melancholy
Bringing forth that recurring thought
Of enduring inadequacy and incompetency.
And returning to seclusion,
With whatever ego did remain
From previous tormenting times,
Now lies bruised and withered.
Bewildered by the harshness
Of their intentional attempt
To ground me well within the soil
So I may never move towards them again.
Still every moment I see them,
I feel them, I pine them.
Haunted and exhausted
By daily vexes.
A mirage of a blissful future
Disintegrates as soon as I near.
The walls around me grow tall
And I once again descend within the shadows. 

Added: 20.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


A bit sappy; solipsistic. It came off as if the writer was a pretentious emo or goth person. However, there were some lovely word choices.