Days go on, endlessly streaming from one to another
Simply muddling through
No direction
No end in sight.
What do you do when your idea of life is turned on its head?
What do you do when the plan you made fails miserably?
How do you get back on track?
How do you start at the beginning all over again?
There seems to be no way to eradicate that hopeless existence you once called your life.
There doesn’t seem to be a way to let the sun shine in through that window and light up the room that is your mind.
Everything has closed down. Everything is surreal, am I even here.
The world just passes by, from one drama to the next, I feel a part of nothing.
It all just exists, and not in control of any part of it.
No conscious thought, no ideas, no imagination, no life.
What is it all for?
It is said ’you only live once’ but what do you do when you have never lived at all?
What do you do when you feel separated from the world around you
When you feel that you are not apart of anything?
There is no point to this life, yet there is still a desire to live
The ambiguity of an after life seems to deter from reaching for the closest razor blade.
Is that it? Why is there an urge to keep surviving even though there is a wish not to be here?
Perhaps its innate
Perhaps its something more
Maybe it is just the fear itself
What ever it is, it keeps it at bay
It keeps me in limbo,
It keeps me wandering lost from one day to the other.
A contest entry
- Give me hope, tell me about Abuse. by Cyanide Dreams.
1500 points, ended January 25, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is a very intense write. The questions are very well done in this poem and very very deep. I love how, even though there's that temptation to end yourself of the world, something or someone somewhere keeps that thing at bay. Innate it may be, and sometimes I think that's so. Very good write and good luck in the contest.
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i don't think there are words to describe how strongly i identify with the issues you raise in the poem. a tear formed in my eye when i read:
"Is that it? Why is there an urge to keep surviving even though there is a wish not to be here?
Perhaps its innate
Perhaps its something more
Maybe it is just the fear itself "
its something ive felt and never been able to express... thank you
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Welcome to Allpoetry
Many questions go unanswered isntit?? Thus making the person feel lost.. Your poem seems to have deeply been inspired and this looks like some felt-write..
Keep writing..
Good luck in all u do..
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