I am falling
Falling in a bottomless pit
A strange sensation
Almost a sense of relief
There is no god to save me
There is no helping hand
All alone in this journey
To a strange land
Hoped for better days to come
Hoped for the end to my misery
Hoped and hoped with fervour
Hope turned out to be a treachery
Hope kept me alive
But it killed my soul
Saw my dreams getting slaughtered
Like flies in a desert storm
They said I had a purpose
And what purpose might that be?
The purpose of being a guinea pig
So God could measure my misery?
Now I see my life
In the honest light of darkness
As I rush closer to my End
I see the beauty in Her starkness
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My disillusionment with hypocrisy at workplace
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Comments1
Dark and painful this seems a harsh view of existence. Sadness is evoked in its reading. Nicely worded.
Thank you very much. I feel glad that the poem was able to convey the pain.
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