"Why does living have to be so taxing,
Why don't you just end it for all" says the voice.
I agree with them, ofcourse.
not even lived a quarter, Yet all i feel is agony!
I'm blind to everything going around me
Cause the world wants me in the shadows.
Aimed the highest, 'the sky's the limit' i had thought
The arrow of hopes i had shot, pierced right through me.
Heaps, and heaps, and heaps of ruins
Piling around me, gathering dust.
Ragged breaths, clenched fists
Why me? But they say i must.
The window to ones soul, hollow!
The smile never quite reaches the eye now.
Urges are becoming overwhelming to ignore,
The future i had dreamt,were drawn in the seashore.
It's not just me, is it?
Weeping above the child that i buried
Along with her dreams, plans and hopes.
Just the remains remain, from all that the fire burned.
Could i ever forge them back again,
Or will i burn out, not trying.
Would i reach the end of this path i chose
Or would my lungs burn, as my legs give out?
Would i try now that i still have a chance
Or would i just give up, living the plausible deniability?
Can the wounds heal, if they were never there,
Can the eyes bleed, if they're meant to cry just the tear?
I wish for me to be the child that i was,
Before life ruined it all.
Passion-driven, ambitious, hardworking
Let me have all of my best, that i lost.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
untitled, random poems
PoesíaThese are results of the random bursts of motivation that i had , and nothing special. There is sparsely any poetic device used, it's got no rhyme schemethey're all untitled because i am bad at naming stuff, and not phenomenal of some sort. But the...
