Expressive Decay

The Depressed 1

 

 

 

The fluidity of my life trickles on

 

Uncontrolled chaos arises like the dawn

 

I try my best to find a way to the top

 

Everywhere I look there is always a stop

 

People look but they do not want to see

 

They do not want to look at the reality of me

 

The cracks in the mirror always tells the truth

 

My last years are foretold by my youth

 

What I was is what I am and always will be

 

A living branch torn from a long dead tree

 

 

  • Author: The Depressed 1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2022 03:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just some words that popped in my head....
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    'I try my best to find a way to the top'
    try removing that second line
    out of your poetic mantra of life,
    see if it helps any, maybe?
    or rather, more productively
    replace the word 'the top' with 'forward'
    maybe your shoulder's
    will feel a little lighter, that way..
    (thanks for sharing
    such an intriguing read,
    forgive me
    if you feel my words, were rude
    in any way
    I meant no disrespect)



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