I grow weary of the waking world
Each day equates to wasted time
Nobody informed me maturity is purely aquiescence
And We must Bear the shackles until well past our prime
Seething in the realisation that
Insight drives us to suffer blindness
Resign ourselves to ignorance
Because the sting of truth will kill our pride
Keep calm and carry on
A slogan i wish i could abide
But to cage the strain enrages
To hold within the bitter truth
Brings only pain in waves
Label the hollow to medicate
And fill with superficial notions
In hope the cattle forget the call
Purpose and fulfilment stolen
There is However one last freedom afforded
A last resort thats never applauded
if theres no choice but to back the lie
Maybe its Time I face the truth
Id rather lay dead than pretend I feel alive
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Author:
A.C Doomcraft (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Depression, anxiety and negative thought are killers, this poem is something I wrote at the height of depression and would like to say through positive thought and action I have mostly overcome my depression, if anyone is thinking about taking thier lives, please seek help, I am proof that you can change your mindset and there is so much to live for.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
How this inspires me to become a better writer. A beautiful work of art!
Thank you ghostwriter
much appreciated
Im not a very good writer i just have an epiphane maybe every 6 months and come up with something im passionate about good ideas are few and far between
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