Going through this,
is like going through darkness,
Don't know where I'm going,
Don't know where my heart is,
What's hard is,
Not knowing the truth amongst the stress,
This shit is a mess,
But what do you do?
When you are suffocating in the silence,
The time is a constant reminder,
Of the endless nightmare,
the ongoing frustration,
the feeling of having and lost in Translation,
The dropped call,
Last stall,
Lonely vacation,
The pit is where I sit and reminisce,
of a new life creation,
No time wasted,
Anticipated by a new beginning,
But who's winning?
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Author:
GBear90 (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2025 00:07
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
There is the feel of a rushed modern world in this poem, where one thing can not end before another is started. Nicely done
Rushing through life and not taking time to have a breather, nicely expressed and written
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