Force of gravity pulls us under,
Spitting on the face of desires,
Tunneling a life of hatred , injustice.
Fantasies stripped by this inertial rigidity,
and Burdened by a hope of lies.
A dreaded disaster lingers very near,
Bolstered by the sip of rage.
It’s a delusional work of society,
Sulking in this expanse of a planned being,
Dampened and broken are these thoughts of betrayal,
and Basking in glory are the spirits around us.
this halo builds into a ball of fire
Brittle might be these thoughts,
Yet, thoughts they are
but they always fall into this abyss of social anarchy...
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Author:
ironmaiden_81186 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: about my personal struggles with life and the gut wrenching soceity of ours....
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Comments1
I enjoyed how you presented it....very interesting and I think well put. Helpless and hopeless if this is all there is. I quite liked this piece.
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