These days just seem to drag on
A never ending cycle of day and night
The perpetual spiral into our inevitable end
Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock..
The clock mocks our every move
Yet here I am
Stuck in this god forbidden existence
Alive but not living
Left with my tormenting thoughts of inadequacy
Where am I to go
What am I to do
Where is that mystic light at the end of the proverbial tunnel
Why won't you take me away
I stand before you waiting
Arms open wide
Take me into that eternal sleep
Save me from this never ending restlessness
Oh how I beg of you
Take me away
Please tell me what you think
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Very good. I can feel you, as you speak through this poem. Desperation is potent. Maybe, one awkward point (as if I'm educated to criticise) it seems slightly stilted in some your words. "Perpetual", "proverbial". Though, are both good descriptions. It stops the flow. That's just my opinion though, and I've only ever posted one poem here. Very, very good though.
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