The scopes of my sadness

As you must have noted by now, my sadness inspires me to write. I like tapping into my deepest emotions and presenting them as a creative peace. I am not the biggest fan of poetry. Though I love all forms of art, so I write to release and let loose so check this out and let me know what you think. 

Poem by Sylvia Oloo…

Sometimes I feel hollow.

From the depths within my sorrow,

I hear voices within me barking.

As if I am terribly lacking.

I am wishing they could sharpen.

I knew this would happen.

I ponder in my conscience.

In a world occupied with my silence.

I’m afraid of nothing.

As if everything amounts to something.

Not even an explanation would cure the blindness.

Or is it just my madness?

If only I could proceed.

Then maybe I could succeed.

I am anxiously waiting.

Praying and anticipating.

But my visions are blurred.

And this makes me scarred.

However, there is a ripple of defeat.

That cripples me diseased.

I am sick of the ideas.

That never reaches the public ears.

So let this be the thought.

That you would have sought.

HAPPY 2015

We forget that life is fragile. That all it takes for it to end is the stop of a beat. That we are one day here and the next we are gone, so what then are we doing with our life? Do we care to make a difference in the world? Do we care to make our presence known? Or are we just simply passing by? What are we really doing with our lives?

I’ve asked myself this a couple of times. I question my purpose repeatedly, hoping that it is effective to someone. In the thoughts that if I were to die today I would have touched a life, made a difference that I will be memorable and I will have lived a life worth a mention.

It’s already a new year, 2015. Boy do they go so fast. I’m up early on a Sunday about to go to church. I can’t sleep again because I am wondering about my life. Mostly disappointed thinking about the things I haven’t accomplished. Sad thinking about how I will be going back to work tomorrow. I think about how my holiday is over, even though it was a long break, I ask myself did I do anything meaningful.

 If there's anything I've got to change it’s my attitude towards work and my work environment. Is there anything I’m doing wrong, can I change the things I don’t like? Can I grow to love something I hate about it? I’m I happy? If not, what would make me happy?

 I'm really hoping for a better year. I don't want to jump in and give you a list of my new year’s resolution as everyone would expect me to. I only have one thing I want for the year 2015, that is to be able to find love. I want to love and be loved. I think it's a beautiful feeling and we all need it at some point. We all need love.

Happy New Year my blog readers!!!