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Nihilism IS Exhausting
I've done nothing with the time I've been given
but break my back & bare my brain
screaming my words to heaven;
Broken back & barren brain
& still the song remains the same.
I used to write the pretty poems,
the words flew pure and free,
but now I write the terse, bleak ones;
it's all the same to me.
but break my back & bare my brain
screaming my words to heaven;
Broken back & barren brain
& still the song remains the same.
I used to write the pretty poems,
the words flew pure and free,
but now I write the terse, bleak ones;
it's all the same to me.
Published 14th Feb 2015
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Anonymous
14th Feb 2015 10:25am
but there really is beauty in moldy mandalas and sweat covered mattress roses. :) Not bleak at all. Keep strummin.
11th Sep 2015 4:07am
I can relate. But on the flip, reading this, you don't know how comforting being able to relate can be when this is EXACTLY how you feel at the moment. Sometimes it's hard to find poems that really express how you feel in a language you understand. That's priceless friend. This is an excellent poem that will be your legacy my fellow poet. Well done. Keep going.
