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Submission.
Well, it’s finally happened.
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime
without so much as a scathe.
Trouble follows,
no matter how much I try to avoid it.
Cashing in favors in exchange for “happiness”
knowing I could never afford it.
I just wanted some type of escape
no matter how temporary.
Anything is better than feeling the weight of the burdens I carry.
I’ve learned to accept my fate
even though it is fucked.
But that’s just what happens when you’re born with such luck.
So now you know the truth, call this my admission.
Life has made me it’s bitch
by beating me into submission.
- Poetic Gawdess
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime
without so much as a scathe.
Trouble follows,
no matter how much I try to avoid it.
Cashing in favors in exchange for “happiness”
knowing I could never afford it.
I just wanted some type of escape
no matter how temporary.
Anything is better than feeling the weight of the burdens I carry.
I’ve learned to accept my fate
even though it is fucked.
But that’s just what happens when you’re born with such luck.
So now you know the truth, call this my admission.
Life has made me it’s bitch
by beating me into submission.
- Poetic Gawdess
Published 29th Nov 2024
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29th Nov 2024 4:54am
This is strong. Life beating you down till you follow what it wants you to do. cleaver way to use submission very nice.
29th Nov 2024 5:01am
Thank you Fia!! I’m so glad you captured exactly what I was portraying in this piece.
As always you are appreciated.
xoxo,
~P.G💋
As always you are appreciated.
xoxo,
~P.G💋
In the words of pop song I once heard in the early 1980s - "Life shows no mercy" - or seems not to be. I see a similarity to Nizana's thoughts in Searching for My Soul, with its reflections on the emptiness of pleasure., particularly these verses:
Trouble follows,
no matter how much I try to avoid it.
Cashing in favors in exchange for “happiness”
knowing I could never afford it.
I just wanted some type of escape
not matter how temporary.
Anything is better than feeling the weight of the burdens I carry.
There's also similarity to Nizana's piece in the picture (an abandoned looking naked woman), from which the poem seems to aptly flow.
Trouble follows,
no matter how much I try to avoid it.
Cashing in favors in exchange for “happiness”
knowing I could never afford it.
I just wanted some type of escape
not matter how temporary.
Anything is better than feeling the weight of the burdens I carry.
There's also similarity to Nizana's piece in the picture (an abandoned looking naked woman), from which the poem seems to aptly flow.
29th Nov 2024 10:42am
