This sullen bubble;
A life lived in the future's mind.
Of escape from cultural entrapment.
From fear of exploration ... To exploration of my
inner-most fears –
The repugnant stillness;
All spontaneity existing only in dreams.
Subconscious yearning to be rid of my
sinfully nurtured conscious.
Of hollow spirit clambering up metaphorical
mountains ... Free from my mundane reality –
The tormenting lies;
Ever told what to be ... Never how.
The endless exploitation of our
inherent feelings of inadequacy.
Being force-fed inhumane products ... The ironic product of
humanity –
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Poetry of the Anonymous
PoesiaThe poetry of the anonymous who suffer through depression in silence; perpetually trapped within a purgatory of painful paradoxes.
