While traveling down this road of downtroddenness
Absent of glee
I find myself surprisingly at peace
Because of the knowledge
that has been bestowed upon me
Everything can be lost in
the blink of an eye
There is no need to stress
Or question why
While traveling down this road of
downtroddenness
I tend to get lost
Because my home is melancholy
I am constantly bored
Which causes me to sound
bleak and morbid
What lies beneath the surface
Is what gives me purpose
Hope laid out beautifully
Like a soft-playing melody
Hope
That causes me to freely express my
emotions while I thrive from
insomnia for nights on end
On this road of downtroddenness
I tripped and fell down a rabbit hole
Unable to free myself or regain control
I adapted and survived
To become something that my former self would despise
As I travel down this path of
downtroddenness
Self-doubt begins to enter my mind
Because I still struggle to figure
out how things are intertwined
I read and scroll through the
various sources of media
Searching for an answer
But I fear I never will
So I live in the now
Patiently waiting for my next thrill
-K
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Melancholy Dreams
PoetryMy poetry is an extension of myself. Every time I write, I stain the page with portions of my thoughts and emotions. Pieces of my former self lie in the stanzas. What is left is the current version of myself. This is my story, more or less.
