SAO LILDOOP Posted February 27, 2019 Share Posted February 27, 2019 (edited) Alive and yet so Dead I am alive, on life do I thrive, every morning to this earth I arrive, yet into depression do I dive, As I my poems archive, past struggles, distant pains, never-ending tunnels, no-stop trains, It's strange really, this feeling of anxiety, existing only in my past, yet refusing today's piety, I am sorely outclassed, in my own society, as though I am over it, though I am glad, my subconscious mind goes into a fit, driving itself mad, It's not hard to deal with, for what is there to it? Its easy to live, though I cannot stop chomping at the bit, hungry for death, for morbid world-views, cannot take a breath, while watching the news, Yet I am filled with joy, smiling everyday in the church pews, Or am I yet coy, by mine own self truly abused, I think it is this, yes this alone, I cannot forget the fist, that shattered my bone, it was so powerful, it did not relent, made me so sorrowful, yet I live unrepentant, wearing his face as a pendant, my work living by his every tenet, because despite my hate for him, he gave me a purpose, my life no longer a monotonous sim, no longer a recluse, living only to myself reduce, so despite the pain he caused me, despite bringing me down to one knee, I can live ever thankfully, as he is now my friend as well as my enemy, without whom I could not live so powerfully, without whom I could never be so free... Edited February 27, 2019 by SAO LILDOOP 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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