I’m not scared to die, I’m scared to live
A jump to the unknown, is a step to the abyss
We get down each day, when Shit stays the same
depression creeps in but we take comfort in the mundane
A 9-5 living,
Is a soul and body imprisoned
I guess I’m just on a mission
To find a vision
So pray for me
And I’ll pray for you
I’ll take your hand through the smog
to a clearer view
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The mundane of life clogging out ways and expressed so clearly Jack - - an engaging read and one to which I relate.
Thank you for replying!
This was my first and very novice attempt at trying to write something people may be able to relate to. Thankyou for taking time to comment!
I guess it could make you depressed when things stay the same. But I also guess there are people who have such a bad hand in life that they too get depressed. I Can relate to the line a soul and body imprisoned but I sometimes think there are much harsher things that can make people feel like this. Even so I like the way you have ended this poem with the line'' I will take your hand''
We all hit that dark spot at times right on target. Thanks for sharing.
A fine opening piece sir! Great 'open heart therapy' this poem writing isn't it.
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A fine opening piece sir! Great 'open heart therapy' this poem writing isn't it.
We are a very supportive bunch of writers here bearing our souls to one another and offering words of help and encouragement.
Reading other peoples writings and leaving a comment is really how this site works best. Some do nothing but publish an occasional piece and never read anyone else's but i encourage joining in wholeheartedly.
Welcome, i look forward to reading more from you.
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