Life is great.
However, gaining life is totally different. It is depressing.
• Looking back, I am in nightmares and turmoils.
• Staying in, I am confined in a dark room and blue devils in my head.
• Looking forward, I see but a soot-cloud.
• Look up, I see the stars and lonely moon not.
The words that described me, toying in my mind:
• Hopelessness;
• Dejection;
• Anxiety;
• Lonesome;
• A living corpse;
• Weak;
• Feeble;
• Idiot;
• Nobody.
ANXIETY
Overthinking cannot be stopped,
Worrying cannot be denied.
I am a loner of own mental images
Like it dictates the future, there're no changes:
I can see the beautiful moon but no stars;
I can see the stars but lonely moon didn't appear.
The future is black; the goals are blank.
Meaningful sacrifices are insistently pursuing
But meaningless pleasures are pursued.
Doubtful mind over inner self,
Latter is degraded and is like an old book stocked on a shelf.
Look above, to realize imagination:
Beautiful moon. I cannot see either the stars.
Worries overlooked the what I can do to make it possible?
The beautiful moon and the stars are covered with black-soot clouds of anxiety.
Rains poured down on the gloomy days,
I cannot see the beauty of life,
Just for NOW!
PRISONER
I'm detained in the darkest cell;
Tortured everyday like I'm in hell.
Yes, I yelled!
I smashed! I punched! I kicked! The wall stroke my feet away into reality.
I admit! I'm guilty.
But do I deserve all of these?!
Always wishing to get out in this disgusting cell,
I'm just hurting myself; yes! I'm well! I sigh.
Hoping to get out of here; don't wait 'till I quell!
I cracked my plans to escape,
I tried to dig a hole in the drape
But somebody's comin' nigh.
Wishing to let me get out - I reckon.
But no - a hostile that I peeped,
To beat me like a brat sheep,
He will burn my burns that I will think I'm in hell.
Please let me flee!
Free me into this secluded life - I was miffed!
"Therefore, opt to be good." Whispered by the Highest.
"Be stiffed."
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The Unknown Poet: Untold Soul
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