I sat on the doorstep waiting for you
I waited for too long
I think its about time
I search for a new direction
that would take me somewhere not far away from you
I believe you'll show up someday
I will continue my life with this hope
Endless love is what its called
I hate that I love you.
3 comments:
"Attached" is a very expressive title for your poem considering it's main them is "endless love". However, you contradict yourself. You start your poem off by saying that you've waited for too long and that "it's about time you search for a new direction" but then you say that you will continue life hoping he will show up someday admitting that you will endlessly love him. The contradiction removes from the poem's initial tone of independence and outgrowing phases.
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What a portrayal of hopeless attachment! Reading this, I was reminded of Niobe in the series 'Rome' that Ms. Jessome showed us yesterday during the TOK periods. Yet unlike Niobe, whose bitterness against her husband obviously overshadows any romantic or affectionate feelings she may have for him, the character in your poem truly loves the person he or she is missing. You managed to address a very human sentiment: growing weary of loving so much and for so long.
Your character is fed up with the stagnancy of the situation and does not feel like loving the absent person any longer. Yet the character cannot just eliminate the love. Either a big disappointment is in store, or something will happen that will divert the character's attention from their main focus: the love. Bravo, Dana!
I dont think anything i say will express how much this poem affected me. if its written about a previous experience about a dream, someone you love, something u have a passion for, then all of the above dissapointed you, left you waiting for no reason, and you waited for the same exact reason " no reason" other than that fact that you love this person/thing/dream.... i love the title..sometimes we hold on to things for unknown reasons, even if we can do better, we stick to a previous memory. I loved the last line, pretty much sums its all.
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