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You feel the rush of life grazing through your fingertips,
Like nothing matters but the curves and dips,
Of the ocean where your emotions are brushed aside,
And contentment at this enthralling your heart alight,
You'd have to confess that everything is merry and bright,
But your heart and mind are shuddering with all their might,
and questioning in denial,
Why do you lie?
And compel me to endure such a trial,
Where there is my shadow and I,
Wrapped in a haze of panic and despair,
And no one can hear,
Once again my feelings have suffered for more than a mile,
And this may be what is the last breath, of denial.
Until, reality crashes down on your head,
Like bricks of mortification,
Piling up to create a wall of lead,
Which block those motivational whispers,
And tauten every muscle in your body,
So those meaningless echoes form nothing but blisters,
To your heart which once held deep revere for others and yourself,
But has now left wounds that bid farewell in its wake,
So you must carry on every day with a prolonging ache.
As if nothing has happened to affect you so intensely,
Like you didn't ever feel dizzy with those fears overtaking your head,
Like you didn't question every move you made,
Like every teardrop that fell out of your eyes didn't affect you in any way,
But the limit is reached when you feel so drained that you want to rest in an endless pain,
A pain that makes you makes you unafraid,
A pain that makes or breaks you into the person you will be tomorrow.
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Heart of the soul
PoesiaWhy do you lie? And compel me to endure such a trial, Where there is my shadow and I, Wrapped in a haze of panic and despair, And no one can hear, Once again my feelings have suffered for more than a mile, And this may be what is the last breath, of...
