There's no escaping this compelling sorrow
Hollow is what I feel
Even harder to endure by the morrow
Exuding my emotions helps me heal
Never-ending trials test my sanity
Death is my only solace
Obstacles keep me from serenity
Fulfilling my goals, can't be flawless
Truly fate will telll
If I will survive this subconscious climb
Maybe I'll escape this psychological hell
Eventually, I will see the end of time
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Author:
Jesse Moninger (Pseudonym) (
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life comes and it goes and we all ride the same route with some getting it right and some getting it wrong. death comes to us all so take advantage of what time you have here on this planet and leave behind a stamp or a marking of what you're all about. you have certainly stamped this poem with authority, a sad but an honest write.
Yes, that is very true!
Good write, time is always there and may your time be filled with words as good as these.
Aww, thank you! Same to you!
obstacles are their to be overcome
time is an illusion, but it is a way of measure. see the beginning of time always in the present. we are all learning. not excluding myself.
Also very true! Yes 🙂
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