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The World Is Toying with Me
I tried finding feelings
with my jaw wrapped 'round a barrel.
If every life is a ballad
a clip, slide, and bullet composed my carol.
The world is toying with me..
The song would fade miserably to an end -
I was far too weak, no need to make pretend.
I'll have to find some other way to send
these thoughts I'm having to an end.
The world must be toying with me..
I thought that friends could cure me
of these things that I'm feeling.
Then I fell in and out of love alone
which only sent me reeling.
The world is destroying me..
I tried sitting in the black,
just staring at the ceiling.
In the finish and the dark
I found cracks and no real meaning.
The world is destroying with me..
So now I'm left alone - no more fun and games.
I combat it the only way I know.
Just like the world, I have no feelings.
with my jaw wrapped 'round a barrel.
If every life is a ballad
a clip, slide, and bullet composed my carol.
The world is toying with me..
The song would fade miserably to an end -
I was far too weak, no need to make pretend.
I'll have to find some other way to send
these thoughts I'm having to an end.
The world must be toying with me..
I thought that friends could cure me
of these things that I'm feeling.
Then I fell in and out of love alone
which only sent me reeling.
The world is destroying me..
I tried sitting in the black,
just staring at the ceiling.
In the finish and the dark
I found cracks and no real meaning.
The world is destroying with me..
So now I'm left alone - no more fun and games.
I combat it the only way I know.
Just like the world, I have no feelings.
Published 15th Mar 2018
Author's Note
I juxtaposed the poem with a bit of a rhyme to drive home the alternating lines about the world toying with a person's emotions. I tried to convey that it breaks them and beats them into a perverse sort of Stockholm's syndrome, in which the individual just gives up to conform to the hopelessness they perceive. I also started the poem with the bit about the gun to catch attention, and then made each alternating group of lines progressively less intimidating (and progressively less rhythmic) in an attempt to illustrate the heft and difficulty of more menial things. The last three lines illustrate giving up - dropping the small rhythm used in the rest of the poem. I wanted to add more depth to the poem, but was writing quickly. I hope it was a decent first post, tell me what you think!
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Anonymous
15th Mar 2018 10:23am
A strong piece. Many of us can relate to feeling like the world is breaking us. Nice bits of rhyming within. A good piece
15th Mar 2018 3:52pm
Anonymous
- Edited 26th May 2018 6:48pm
15th Mar 2018 2:04pm
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15th Mar 2018 2:50pm
Thank you! I think you're right as well. The poem felt a bit rushed after reading it back again.
Anonymous
- Edited 26th May 2018 6:48pm
15th Mar 2018 5:46pm
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18th Mar 2018 8:28pm
