Through trials of twenty twenty-three, Hopes bloomed for change, a chance set free. Graduation came, a hollow prize, As job searches met disdainful eyes.
Six months of interviews, a weary quest, Resumes lost, locations put to test. Dreams unraveled, tangled threads of strife, Financial burdens weighing down on life.
A borrowed phone, a fragile shard, Studied on, a loan's heavy card. Then came the day, the interview's call, But fate's cruel hand caused shadows to fall.
A jostling bus, a pocket bare, The precious screen, no longer there. Panic arose, a strangled cry, Sounds amplified, world passing by.
Police indifferent, cold as stone, Hopes dashed away, left all alone. Tears they flowed, a bitter stream, Years of silence shattered in a scream.
The little steps, a mockery now, Cursed, it seems, with fortune's frown. No solace found, no brighter day, Just suffering, till life fades away.
Description - This was one of my worst day after I lost my phone, this led me think the difficulties I have been facing since last year. I thought to write a poem with the help of internet and friend.
Thanks for posting. I hope things start looking up for you.
Surviving through the life on this "HOPE"
There are worse things than losing a phone--a home--a child. You are still young enough not to know that yet I'd wager.
It was not just about phone, it was about finding job, struggling with exams, maintaining friends and much more. After all these events within 1 year, when I lost my smartphone which was way above my budget. Realizing all that hard earned money got wasted that broke me.
You still aren't picking up what I'm putting down. Those all seem like very important things, but they are but a drop in the bucket compared to losing a child, or a parent, or becoming entirely bankrupt and having to move somewhere among people you don't know to a place you've never been.
Okay I get it now. Thanks
I sense that losing your phone was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You have been trying to hold it in, but the loss broke your dam and released all your emotions, overwhelming you.
I hope you have gotten back on your feet now
Getting up slowly.
Fiat steals 95% of your future, then a hood rat comes and steals your iPhone. Stand back up, and disembowel these motherfuckers, Spartacus