Blurry eyes and silent tones make the whirl pool of thought for one grow worse. As it continues to spiral the thick and heavy darkness covers the sight from what it should see. The dawn no longer appears as one gets sucked up into a black vortex.
Though tides of great depression,
Roam through the soul with a
Great encumbrance,
There is still a crack,
Waiting for something to shine brighter,
Then that of the great depression.
With emptiness,
And despair leading
An entire army of emotions,
One swift action can seal the fading crack,
Leaving nothing to remain.
Desperation causes many to do things that will be regretted. The things the many will do will cause more pain others. As the ones who act out of desperation, act again for what they think and want, another man and another woman suffers. The only flaw that will precede with the careless and reckless actions of the ones who don't see the others, will be the feeling of nothing.
A furious rampage plagues the street
As blinded individuals roam with a danger
Ready to strike.
They do no want to think,
They only want what they want.
With nothing else to have in mind,
Death is sure to come.
Sometimes in this world of complications anything can lead to a failure. Though, some may be greater than others, everyone is feeling forced to let the burdens of wrong things weigh down on one's shoulders. With each new idea, another try forgotten is given as the fixing of things doesn't work again and again and again. Soon the human spirit can't hold the plans it wanted. Soon the human soul and its weight bearing shoulders, will be crushed.
No one likes to admit,
The truth of what
A single thought had done.
Though the impact of its intentions,
Were meant for only good,
There was no good at all.
Chains weigh one down to unimaginable heights. It seems like better days will never come to them. The good things and feelings will never happen to them because of where they are. They keep their mind open though. There is still apart of them that still believes in miracles.
Step by step
The tired roam.
They seek the passion for better days,
As they know it will roam somewhere secret.
However,
They know if they continue to be strong,
They won't have to look as hard.
Soon the light,
Passion,
And joy will return.
"Wishing for Hope," is choosing to see the better side of the darkest moments. Though times are tough and will continue to be, there is a point were working and darkness will separate. One will get to the better days. It will just take time. Hope will guide the spirit into the better days.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...