StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
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StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
42 reads
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StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
42 reads
0 Comments
StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
42 reads
0 Comments
StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
42 reads
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