Despondent Dystrophy

Despondent Dystrophy

A Poem by waking-life
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..one moment of loosing control, but only as an imagine form..

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Every little step leads only to death
Theres no escape, the only exit
We are born to die, only a stream of lies
A spiral into oblivion's pit
I cannot accept the futility
The constant waste of possibilities
Must I digress in this despondent theme
Pointless rambles.. whoa the frivolity

How does one endure when there is no hope
A soul that reaches the end of rope
The hopelessness unequivocally envokes
An end to a deities' joke

So here I gun the devils' run
A conclusion to a despondent line
An act of blasphemy... as I see my last sun
A bloody sunset that will make it all fine

- *

© 2011 waking-life


Author's Note

waking-life
Completely Fictionalized Notions That Were Imagined From Actual Pain. The flash in the pan feeling before a sobering thought that is redeeming. Taking ones life is never acceptable.

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This is the essence of society that is captured when you step back and really look at it.
"I cannot accept the futility
The constant waste of possibilities"
Everything can seem so futile. We require hope to give us the desire to continue.
This is raw and true. Well written, sir.

I actually have two pieces on very similar subjects: Illuminating Emptiness and The Monochromatic Intellect.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I agree that it's not cool to take one's own life, but I can't deny I have thought about it 1000 times or more! Sometimes the pain can be just too much! Love this ink!

Posted 10 Years Ago


I know that feeling evoked here for sure.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Awesome my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The end is embraced in myriad ways.....to take life is not to embrace it, no, but here it is addressed with clarity! It is harsh reality that all it takes at times is one moment of loss of control, very true! xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You have expressed you idea clearly in this piece and it makes you think about life and death.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This puts me in mind of someone who is truly depressed or the way one feels when they have lost all hope in the light of day.. Beautiful written peice..

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A dark and ominous piece …
Enjoyed the depth and feel
Of this as well… Nice one
DD


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is the essence of society that is captured when you step back and really look at it.
"I cannot accept the futility
The constant waste of possibilities"
Everything can seem so futile. We require hope to give us the desire to continue.
This is raw and true. Well written, sir.

I actually have two pieces on very similar subjects: Illuminating Emptiness and The Monochromatic Intellect.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very very good. I really like this. I can feel that pain and simple darkness. Very very good.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 30, 2011
Last Updated on April 30, 2011
Tags: Lost, Hope, Despondency, Debauchery, Futility, Self

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waking-life

Bobland, NY



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