Reality and the Uninvited

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Nov 9, 2006.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Nothing I do has ever been real
    But I fear that
    If I was to commit myself to real
    I would never smile again.
    The only thing that has ever been genuine
    Has never felt forced
    Is this silence
    This depression and regret.
    My daily interactions
    Feel like a mockery of reality
    Meta-theatre on a grand stage.
    I hate myself.
    I hate my world.
    I hate every choice with which I have been faced
    And every decision I have made in return.
    I loathe myself for the hating.
    There is no joy in this
    This act of living.
    I must make a decision
    I must make a plan
    And I must make it soon.
    Something I can actually accept and complete.
    I need a rest.
    But this world
    This life
    This living thing I am doing
    Does not allow for it.
    So I will steal my rest out from under it
    Yank the rug from beneath its feet
    As it’s done to me so many times.
    I cannot touch anything anymore
    Cannot let myself be touched.
    I am no use to the world as I am
    And I no longer have the strength to heal this.
    I have been made to feel as an uninvited guest
    Who has overstayed her welcome
    And as such
    I will give thanks for the time I have spent here
    And leave now
    Instead of waiting to be thrown out.
  2. ACRon

    ACRon Well-Known Member

    heavy stuff BD. expressed vividly and with style :smile:

    I hope these are fleeting thoughts and you will feel better soon
  3. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I can only agree with and echo what Sketches said, and hope these feelings are fleeting and will soon pass. I couldn't stand the void of your abscence.:sad:


  4. Sometimes I read stuff that just leaves me speechless, so in tune with what I'm feeling, and there's nothing I can add. This is one of those times... You took the words right outa my soul

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