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As The World Passes By
Got to wake up
These dreams are not healthy
Need the world to break through
Before I become more reclusive
In a dizzying descent
Into nothingness
Where the darkness
Feels so peaceful
My story is a cliché
Casting no shadow
Need to rest this mind
But crisis point has been reached
Spitting out bile
The acrid taste of existence
Has never sat well
Some might say I welcome my demise
Chained to the reflection
A screaming
Ugly sore
Time has not healed
When do I wake up
Tears on the page
Are imaginary emotions
I have forgotten how to feel
How many days
Left in this living grave
Slowly decaying
As the world passes by
These dreams are not healthy
Need the world to break through
Before I become more reclusive
In a dizzying descent
Into nothingness
Where the darkness
Feels so peaceful
My story is a cliché
Casting no shadow
Need to rest this mind
But crisis point has been reached
Spitting out bile
The acrid taste of existence
Has never sat well
Some might say I welcome my demise
Chained to the reflection
A screaming
Ugly sore
Time has not healed
When do I wake up
Tears on the page
Are imaginary emotions
I have forgotten how to feel
How many days
Left in this living grave
Slowly decaying
As the world passes by
Published 3rd Jan 2020
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Anonymous
3rd Jan 2020 1:04am
"My story is a cliché
Casting no shadow
Need to rest this mind
But crisis point has been reached"
You are a twin soul, my brother. I feel your throbbing energy spilling from your soul.
I too am "Chained to the reflection A screaming
Ugly sore Time has not healed"
Waiting like a prisoner in the shadows of his cell
counting "How many days Left in this living grave Slowly decaying As the world passes by".
Deep and beautiful. Thank you
Casting no shadow
Need to rest this mind
But crisis point has been reached"
You are a twin soul, my brother. I feel your throbbing energy spilling from your soul.
I too am "Chained to the reflection A screaming
Ugly sore Time has not healed"
Waiting like a prisoner in the shadows of his cell
counting "How many days Left in this living grave Slowly decaying As the world passes by".
Deep and beautiful. Thank you
3rd Jan 2020 11:23am
very deep piece written with true grit of self reflection within the world when one suffers with inner depression and the world becomes cold nicely composed...respect
3rd Jan 2020 1:19pm
You’ve captured a smidge of the human condition rather aptly in this one, and it’s the little things that emerge upon the dreamscape that make our dilemma a smidgen less intrusive upon the heart & psyche.
A fine but raw write... 🔥🔥🔥
A fine but raw write... 🔥🔥🔥
4th Jan 2020 5:32am
This is poignant, I feel it. Because you're so cerebral, you're able to write about intense emotions with such vivid clarity, description, and communicative language..
4th Jan 2020 5:59am
You make me sound like a skilled writer, wish I was, more a raw scribbler
