a surreal damnation

it's a space that we tried to fit in to but nonetheless we are not allowed to

where emotionally we gasp for some air to breathe into

where we burn and sing for what we frustrate for and allow the demon to take over 

this is the dream that we cannot reach and cannot find ways to fulfill

this is where we die in vain

where we try and pray

where we chose to stay

in between the brink of our sanity we offer what we have, lest we be reminded

where decision is all but a mistake as we spill this friut we bear

where we act as if we don't care that this must be done no matter what

these are some infinite deprivation of our rights to be happy

these are what we kill for

what we have as choice

what we've heard and known 

this is a surreal damnation of a life intruded and intrigued by the eternal damnation of soul

when realization is the most bitter taste you've tasted

when denial seems what we believed as truth that we can never hide from it's nakedness

we are troubled by this total annihilation of so much ways that we cannot cover ourselves

this is how we die in vain

this is how we feel  the pain

when the last straw we have is death and death alone

Reviews

[Ruth]

A clever poem love! Truly spiralling in the ebb and flow of emotional journeying through the levels of consciousness and life!
Wow!
Love it!
xx

[Kaden Sylvers]

interesting poem! Your words are powerful and dark, I especially like the first line about trying to fit in but not able to. =)

[An owl on the moon]

Powerfully spoken in a depthful, raw voice. You paint the world with the darkest shadows and feed our longings with that bittersweet feast of the soul..

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. ahhhhhh ... sheer genius !!! ... this is absolutely profound beyond measure ... the last three lines are just the perfect last three lines ever ...