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sleep
in the void trying to reach the unknown,
the glimmers of light are barely shown
the shadows pass by, wishing I would stare
as I continue to walk
neglecting all despair
with no sound but the beating of my heart, indicating that I have went too far
no stars in sight
muffled tones of distractions
drowning in emotions
overly reacting
it is now in the past
when, there once was bliss
now forced back in for safety
the sun becomes non existent
the soul still feels the burn even though it is shaking
the pressure of pain and suffering for the awakening
neverending of dreams
a nightmare back in hell while the mind fumbles to find what it means
the ego fighting for the wheel solidifying its place
the soul remains still on the balance beam with grace
the battle that torments in finding its space
the time then remains still although it does not exist
the heart beating louder reminding what truly is bliss
a call had been heard and messages well received
the continuous cycle when waking up from infinite dreams.
the glimmers of light are barely shown
the shadows pass by, wishing I would stare
as I continue to walk
neglecting all despair
with no sound but the beating of my heart, indicating that I have went too far
no stars in sight
muffled tones of distractions
drowning in emotions
overly reacting
it is now in the past
when, there once was bliss
now forced back in for safety
the sun becomes non existent
the soul still feels the burn even though it is shaking
the pressure of pain and suffering for the awakening
neverending of dreams
a nightmare back in hell while the mind fumbles to find what it means
the ego fighting for the wheel solidifying its place
the soul remains still on the balance beam with grace
the battle that torments in finding its space
the time then remains still although it does not exist
the heart beating louder reminding what truly is bliss
a call had been heard and messages well received
the continuous cycle when waking up from infinite dreams.
Published 25th Nov 2022
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25th Nov 2022 6:22pm
A very realistic poem about what we live after being deceived or even when we are betrayed
I lived with your writing some of the past in my life
I wrestled with myself to get out of that sadness and gloom
Beautifully written and with true feelings
I lived with your writing some of the past in my life
I wrestled with myself to get out of that sadness and gloom
Beautifully written and with true feelings
26th Nov 2022 3:59pm
The problem with pets... (Our own fault)
Is that sometimes we task them with carrying what we can't share with people. It's something that we can control the amount of. And not be judged or questioned, or bitched at for. It's truly unconditional.
And when the pet is gone, so too goes a chunk of ourselves, that was simply unblemished. It's never only a half loss.
What wonderful writes we can create, when we are at such low depths. Plants can grow in the cracks of foundations. In us, as well. Your write is a blossom.
Is that sometimes we task them with carrying what we can't share with people. It's something that we can control the amount of. And not be judged or questioned, or bitched at for. It's truly unconditional.
And when the pet is gone, so too goes a chunk of ourselves, that was simply unblemished. It's never only a half loss.
What wonderful writes we can create, when we are at such low depths. Plants can grow in the cracks of foundations. In us, as well. Your write is a blossom.
