they never stop coming
these demons
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Tag: poetry
Empty (Part 3) – Heavy Dirty Soul
I feel empty but my soul’s heavy
Imprisoned with no one to pay my soul’s levy
I tried to push my problems up a vertical slope
But it crashed down on me and shattered my hope Continue reading “Empty (Part 3) – Heavy Dirty Soul “
The Future
The future is bright, the future is bleak
I don’t see the path that leads to the peak
I need a miracle, they told me 3:16
How do I believe in Him when I don’t believe in me?
I’m no bird of the air, I think about tomorrow
Oxy-moronic dreamer because reality is filled with sorrow
Acquiring aspirations is auto asphyxiation
When your rise to the top leads to Sisyphus’ situation
In this Stygian under-world of ours that overflows
With broken dreams, and hope it seems never abode
The spear of despair pierce through my soul
When the game is rigged, how do I get to my goal?
But the glint in my father’s eyes when he looks at me with pride
Lights up my heart and shows the path where hope resides
Selflessness lifts off this gloom as if by compulsion
I have no choice in the matter : failure is not an option
-Eronmosele
Empty (Part 2) – Dead Inside
I miss the darkness
Thought this would never happen like a gambler’s last bet
When life tested me and I never passed then
The gloom and sadness, all the times I masked them
When plans fell apart and I would complain
When I almost reached the goal but drawn back by these taut chains
When my heart was crushed by fate’s long train
And the pieces that remain are like small grains
Now I’m numb to the pain and I feel empty inside
Broken down so many times, no more tears in my eyes
I’ve snapped completely and I can’t be revived
No longer believe in “mysterious ways” and “blessings in disguise”
So don’t tell me it’ll be fine, because I’m dead inside
The walking dead, it’s a no-brainer, I have an empty mind
I’m dead inside.
Hi vreader. It’s been a minute since I made a post on here. So I’m posting this piece as a way to get back right on track (as soon I can spare time to write ‘cause I got a lot of stuff to write).
Anyway, I wrote this piece on a 3-hour long journey. I decided to step out of the depressed guy character this time…into a character more damaged- a numb soul, a soulless person. Yeah people like this exist. It can stem from frustration based on so much depression from life experiences that’d shape the character from being someone who didn’t believe it could get better to someone who doesn’t believe it could get worse…to someone who doesn’t believe in anything.
This is someone who has been broken.
PS: If you haven’t read “Empty” part one, click here
And I’m gonna write more stuff from a new direction this December.
It’s gonna be legen- wait for it – dary!