Hopelessness is swallowing me.
For all my life I've been it's prey.
Sometimes strong, sometimes weak,
I've always managed to hold on,
but my grip is loosening.
My dreams have been squelched
and my imagination is fading.
I'm tired of pushing boulders uphill
only to watch them roll back down.
My shiny glaze of compassion has dulled.
Flaccid are my heartstrings,
flying ramdomly like torn ribbons
on a misguided kite.
Where can I escape and become
someone else somewhere else?
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Book Of Inspiration
PoesiaThis will be a book of poems and things that I have read or written throughout my lifetime. It helps me get through rough times or whenever I need inspiration. I will try to upload two poems, quotes, or inspirational texts a day ^-^ .
