Another sleepless night…
Writhing in an emptiness,
In a world so quiet,
Except for the sounds of morning bird-calls.
A heavy heart weighs me down.
A mind plays itself on repeat.
There’s a consciousness – addicted to defeat.
A sense of hopelessness which leaves me sinking.
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I’d cry, if not for these dry eyes.
They seem to have extinguished all tears in past prior,
There’s nothing left for their reserve,
After one takes more pain than they’ve deserved,
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What am I fighting for?
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This world’s absurd…
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Alas, it’s not, but life…
When it comes to the mingling of worldly strife,
I won’t be the first or last,
To suffer from my past,
Or my present,
Regardless of class,
King or peasant.
Suffering’s just a part of life,
But it cuts me like a knife…
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Just dot my neck with x’s,
And trace the line.
We’re all going to lose our lives sometime.
So, cut me down in my prime,
And show me mercy.
Lapping up life’s waters has left me nothing but thirsty.
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Endless waves of self-doubt crash upon my shores,
Surrounded by hate, pretense and haughtiness,
I’m an alien in this world,
Only knowing life for what it’s missing…
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A gentle heart bruises easily,
And forgives so leniently,
But the pain is cumulative.
The burden becomes heavy to carry,
The issues and woes too large to bury…
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The world loses light to darkness,
When between life and death,
It’s life that feel’s more scary.
There’s something so cautionary,
About searching for solace in a cold dead cemetery,
Finding a place to stop,
And making it one’s sanctuary.
Perhaps it’s where my burden drops…
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From off these tired shoulders,
From off this aching back.
No more energy for the defense of ruthless attacks.
Just a quiet sullen quack,
Feeling a desperate man’s caprice,
And looking for his peace…
Stuck in a moment,
Trapped in a world,
Hated, pitied.
Drowning in the hope
That one day I’d see the point of it all.
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I wish I was drowning in hope 😉
Hahah – Nice little poetic inspiration there PJ
Suffering’s a bitch, eh?
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If ever there was one 🙂
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wow such heartfelt touched me
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Thank you Kerrie… Just vented from the heart
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you Tom!
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Great post 🙂
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That was a good one!
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Thank you Kim… Wrote it at 5AM, ugh… lol…
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Beautiful!
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Thanks 🙂
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Powerful oratory Mathew.
The Past clings about us, the Present confuses us and The Future scares us?
We just keep on keeping on
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One foot before the other 😉
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👍
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Despair written well. Hard to put a “like” on this when I feel somewhat the same.
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Night time is the worst, alone with your thoughts 😉
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I think that’s why I smoke just a bit of weed at night before bed to be honest. Too many nights of insomnia. Helps me a lot.
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My sister took the oil for a while.
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Did it help?
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For a while
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Too bad
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This is jaw-dropping. Woah. May I please reblog it?
And, by the way, is there a purpose for using italic in some sentences???
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Sure! Go ahead.
The italics just kind of break it up I think. Are you for it or against it?
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I definitely like it! It makes me re-focus on the engraved meanings and not just the words and rhyme scheme for some reason.
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I’m glad. Thank you for saying so, I’ve had a few pretentious asshole bloggers tell me that my poems suck and my formatting is awful.
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They can wither and die…then rot in hell. 😊😇
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Lmao. Cheers to that.
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Awesome like always!
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Oh the nuances, the texture, the intensity …. only you can pen it all so brilliantly….
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Thank you Yeka! 🙂
Your support is always appreciated.
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👏⭐️👏⭐️👏⭐️
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Depression is a ruthless enemy
No wonder we get tired of fighting
not feeling peace of mind and soul
but instead like a mad dog biting
this is an arduous fight indeed
and other times we feel like sinking
without enough breath, drowning
but you need to know this for sure
you are not fighting alone my friend
fighting together we’d win at the end.
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That’s a great piece, did you just make that up or is it on your blog?
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Thanks for letting me know! I’ve just made it as a response to the one you’ve written.
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Good stuff. Thanks for sharing
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