I walk through unavoidable anguish
Fleeing from clarity of hope
I am engulfed in winds of misfortune:
Even the sun has gone astray
And subjects me to the darkness
Of an unknown and foreign land
Where I cannot find direction
Or sense of where I am moving
Where I am momentarily blinded
Searching for even the faintest light
Even for the smallest ray of possible resurrection
Where I can be free of this cross
I find myself gazing from
Onto the world that has left me
In the throngs of an unwanted oblivion
In a limbo leaving me forsaken
And calling to the sky above
Want to review or comment on this poem?
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Reviews of "the Angst of Fleeing Oblivion"
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on September 11, 2005
Jude, truly one who searches for solace or redemption from it all, often finds themselves caught in the crosshairs where it seems there’s no place left to go, but up. Excellent write. Thanks for sharing it. Take good care and be well.
This is a universal theme for humanity, Jude. I can completely relate to your sentiments and to the depth of meaning within your verses. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you.
"Even the sun has gone astray." How perfectly the line expresses the lost feeling you express from the depths of your being. "Fleeing from the clarity of hope" is another winning line. To dare to hope is to risk being hurt again. Perhaps even more. Yet we have to reach up and let it take our hand. Wrenching and thought-provoking!
Thank you, Jude. Phyllis <3
trapped and for what? lost but who cares? forsaken by the very people I love who stare back glassy-eyed from a distance. I so relate to this on two distinct levels -- one having to do with the displaced persons who now live next door and across town and 13 who attend my son's school, the second having to do with inner torment and personal experience. perhaps we all know something of limbo and "calling to the sky above," which is precisely what makes this such a riveting poem. I wish I had answers and am frustrated that I do not. I'm praying somebody like you gets a glimpse of insight and shares it like a cup of cold water for all the thirsty people. In the meantime, stay strong in NYC today and through the long tomorrow and whatever days may follow. Dawn
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2005
Been there. My prayers and thoughts are with you. Great capture of this emotion.
/Dark and brooding write Jude but tinged with just the right hint of your inner strength to perservere and come out on the other side stronger in the light of the sun.
Well done my friend.
This "dark night of the soul" moves us within ourselves in order to contemplate our direction and connect wholly with ourselves and "I Am". It can be excruciatingly painful but cathartic and healing. Each of us has faced this. And undoubtably will again when we come to another crossroad in our growth. The light will come and with it a renewed sense of self. Peace my friend, Lin
Your ability to capture, tame and communicate that inner turmoil is proven by the way each of us has responded with the chill factor, the hairs rising on the back of the neck, and yet quite uniquely, individually at the same time. Hence the universality and intimate peculiarity of your writing ("peculiar" in the sense of "particular"! :)) It reaches out and reaches in all at once. I am fascinated, personally, by the feeling of ambivalence I get from the first few lines of this one, setting up the tone of the rest; for me, it is almost like a "choice" to "flee the clarity of hope", as if seeking to "walk a mile in another man's shoes" so as to be better able to understand that hellish hopelessness. And Janet, I think, is right: it IS like a Psalmist's write - where there is the need to articulate what's real and pressing, notwithstanding an inner confidence that hope will ultimately prevail, when all's said and done. And I like the parallel with Christ; although I am sure He was confident that "the plan" would triumph, perhaps He was not prepared for that sense of separation from the Father heart. THAT must be complete and utter desolation of the soul. This is limbo indeed and makes me think of being in labour again... oh dear... !! :)) LOL Kate xx
The depth of the emotions that you have touched in this write almost engulf one.....these words would fit a painting I once saw in a art gallery called "Anguish"....superb write Jude...
Oh! That twisted gut and panicked feeling when our future seems so uncertain, how I hate that. A few deep breaths and a bit of time spent in meditation will often relieve those feelings for me. There is so much going on in our world right now and I find it difficult to accept the futility of it all. I hope that theses feelings will pass quickly for you, Jude. Sometimes life is like trolling for fish, we start out trying to catch the fish but we end up simply finding the perfect spot to return to later to catch them. Attitude is everything!
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2005
Good grief, Jude... this has such visuals I quite left the room!
Utter despair, written from the depths of the gut, as though needing for us to hear. Is there anything more frightening than the fear of disappearing? falling into oblivion? Your voice in this gave me chills. Powerful and personal... you trusted me to see that. katy xox
Souls get trapped like that some times. Eileen is right: most of us can relate to these rhymes which seem to come straight from the heart in true poetic honesty. Thank you Jude.
It always amazes me how the anguished thoughts of a poet can fit so many situations. Especially with your kind of keen perception and empathic soul. Many will relate to this feeling Jude.It troubles me that you are experiencing this state...I'm praying for resolution and restoration, for all...Splendid poem...
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Ron
Regis
Thank you, Jude. Phyllis <3
superb poem and thought provoking
thanks for sahring
Well done my friend.
Felix
Anguish bitterly captured in stunning verse--reminds me of David's Psalms and prayers of desperation. A lot of those going around now...well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
peace and love, Carole
Peace,
Carolyn
Take care me friend.......
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Utter despair, written from the depths of the gut, as though needing for us to hear. Is there anything more frightening than the fear of disappearing? falling into oblivion? Your voice in this gave me chills. Powerful and personal... you trusted me to see that. katy xox
Your poems are always so expressive with wonderful metaphors. I really like them a lot.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Innermind cleaning day in "the Angst of Fleeing Oblivion".
A picture of our present catastrophe.
This poem takes one to a deep trip into the heart of the soul.
It is a MIRROR... in "the Angst of Fleeing Oblivion".
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Carmen :-)
Eileen