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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1296601
Poem I wrote several years ago. I was depressed.
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A vast emptiness
Endlessly hollow
Like a river bed
Dried of all its wonder
The world closes in
Gripping ever tighter
Choking the breath from my soul
It longs to be let go
Nothing ever changes
It only fades away
Hope, love and dreams never seem to stay
Brief visits to the land of happiness
I can never stay too long
Visions of clouds and trees
Crystal lakes that reflect the night sky
Images of sanity soon fall into oblivion
Forcing reality’s curse upon me yet again
Facing the harsh truth of life
Where work is mandatory
And time for yourself is a disfigured abnormality
Hidden away yearning to be found and loved
It is here in this realm I am forced to stay
For I have no other choice
The will to keep me here is strong
The grasp too tight to escape
This world where nothing is as it seems
Tales of honor and valor are only lies
Stories of madness and mayhem are half truths
Someone once said
“Where there is sorrow
There is the opportunity for happiness”
How wrong they were
Happiness
True happiness
Is nothing more than a figment of ones imagination
Dreamt up to create a false sense of hope
For those who have none
Someday I may find some happiness
But for now I will have to do my best
Not to fall into my own subjugated juxtaposition
And keep my will
As well as myself
Alive
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