We’re pigs, only able to eat what we’re given
And born without our consent, dead without relief
Following a path with too much sunshine that blurs my vision
And carrying an hourglass that tells me neither grief or hope
Walking along the blueprint of regret as they expect my heart to be empty
But in reality, its overflowed with bitter
In the end, I’ll be disappointed anyways
So just let me breathe while the scent of Spring is still here
Once we overcome our masters
A bigger boss is always ahead
Leashed to a destiny that can never be fulfilled
Bare hands climbed the mountaintop
But they watch for me to fly instead
If I play, I’ll envy my firm friends
And if I work, my head and heart will squeeze
No room for love, no place for anything like peace
Who cares if I have all 7 sins?
Loss is familiar and when I fall, at least I have relief
“Once you hit the bottom, the only place you can go is up.”
But instead of stumbling on stairs and pulling everyone down with me
Dig a hole and comfort myself in that closed in warmth
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Author:
PeeKaBoo (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2021 13:46
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
A very moving and powerful write. Anguish flows from every line. Nicely penned.
Powerful emotive words Peekaboo but one day that hole will be open again and your life will go into the light.
Welcome to MPS.
if only, it was that easy...
as - from isolation, comes festering desperation
and within that regressive cocoon
of warped reality
will soon sprout, cyclical hatred
fuelled by our need, to express and share;
know, that anything you're forced to do
or assume, or accept
is never - truly, an honest version of You,
at best its fear's coping methodology
at worst, its burgeoning self-hate
that will soon sprout fruits
of Nihilistic - apathy
to all-things: Truthful and Beautiful
in our Blinked experience, of existence...
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