Keeping score, defending beliefs in built fortress Drowning sleep on faithless screams, futile and fruitless What have we fought for, what have we tonight? Dark, ruthless, priceless—these are what's keeping me alive Resolutions fade, there's no hope even in the dying light So tell me now—how would I even survive? All faded dreams, the repeating patterns of life Same days, same fights—points same every strife Don't you get tired? Won't you long for something new? Will you see only good things even though they are few? Hope is a fickle thing—won't you plead your case? I walk, I beg—where is our saving grace?
Settling debts, now isn't it that hard to see Years and years, are we being who we want to be? Chorus of wishes, the soul tires of everything Grim endings, let's just go back to the beginning Of sweet love and fun, stifling, unending bliss We are blind and we aren't prepared for things like this The storms of sides not heard, fighting for ear Bleeding points, shattered souls—what have we here? I ask questions but I don't search for answers I jump hedges but I can't avoid the blunders Failed trust, keep me company in this lonely race Up to the very end, I didn't see our saving grace
Defining sins, keeping ourselves sane after Do we fix this or do we leave it all to fester? For years, we chose to pretend, to believe we are fine Wells of emotions, of deprived, empty minds I keep crawling, until any more, I couldn't pine Swells of anger, duty—we're left with just the rinds Rituals made, cases thrown against the absolute rain Stories spin, beliefs crash—we go down the drain We are whole but with sense, we are not We are happy but we are lying about our gut Because we let doubt crowd in our sacred space Shall we stand back and wait for our saving grace?
Shifting priorities, judging every word said Do we hide this or do we keep going ahead? Without strings attached, will we reach the right bend? Night escapades, visions of my love will I send To no deserving circumstances—what has my life become? Solitary, chained dove—it all happened to some Have we made the perfect choice, if not the best? I'm not sure anymore, as gone in us was the zest Unexpected, but perhaps we have seen it coming Beforehand, we know what's due in our awakening And now that we've said the words we can't erase I stood—I am done waiting for any saving grace
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Well, that's...sad.
I don't know where this came from but I remember writing this as a capstone piece to this collection and nothing else. I love the rhymes used, though.
How about you? What do you think of this poem? Comment below. :)
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