The hands get closer to the time for me,
And yet again I've hardly had any sleep,
Winking away my new found exhaustion,
Feeling the painful jab of my faithful companion; depression,
So it seems I have am forced to bear yet another day,
And play the chaotic mess that is life's sordid game,
I rise, weary with thoughts of the day ahead,
Looking at the mirror I see a face that has long since been dead,
My skin feels raw, numb with worry,
As I ready myself, my mind buzzes with thoughts in such a flurry,
So random are the thoughts that they make little sense,
As I leave for the day, I put on my game face; that efficient pretence,
That has worked more than well thus far,
I am ready for it, that deadly war,
The war that exists in my mind,
A place that has drawn definite lines,
For me to follow for me to obey,
But I need to break these invisible shackles; that's all I pray,
The sooner they're gone the better of I will be,
Once they're destroyed, I won't bear the fear of being me,
But till then I wage a lonely battle that few know of,
Till I am free of my inhibitions my fight won't stop!
Somehow I've got through the day with few troubles,
I come home and review my mind's worries,
I am overwhelmed by my task,
As I try to forget the demons of my past,
I watch the sun kiss the sky in all its fiery splendour, as it departs,
The day is over with this magnificent display, at last,
So the day is over, night has begun,
The battle for survival has been won.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
