Losers Opiate Valium Eagerly

Losers Opiate Valium Eagerly

A Poem by sadasdan
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This piece is about those who longed for another life.

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This twisted mind left me in the bushes, alone and astray.
Thinking that the one I've been waiting for is finally calling.
As the birds began to chirp and the children began to play,
I fainted. It wasn't death after all, it was me I saw crying.


The weeks turned bleak and the days began to darken,
Like the sky that's finally turned gray from blue.
For what could actually fix a heart that's broken?
But the love of an individual so divine, profound and true.


This restlessness. The blood that boils within me is what I missed.
Like a child who yearned for more than bread and jam.
However restless I've been, all I asked for is a drop of happiness,
Yet still I was deceived by sadness again and again.


I pierced my veins with needles filled with grief.
Swallowed pills full of sorrow and hopelessness.
Just to be able to contemplate on all this make belief.
I realize that the high is there but the pain won't go away.


Outer space is far and wide but the gap between us has widened.
Wide enough to separate god and man, body and soul.
Like a flower that's withered and failed to bloom during the season.
I began to lose my sense of humanity and reality of it all.


Despite of my complaints in this world, I still hope to find the cure.
For my divinity has much less time to recover.
What could I ever want from here for being so demure?
But the hope of faith once again I long to discover.

© 2018 sadasdan


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Added on November 14, 2018
Last Updated on November 14, 2018
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sadasdan
sadasdan

Baguio City, Benguet, Philippines



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Just to let you know that I write these whenever something drastic triggers me. I write these to tell what I miss. Clearly, I miss my innocent self. more..

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