Rise of Mediocre (First Poem Ever)

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  1. Anthony

    Anthony Active Member

    Time is a constant unwavering torture tool,
    designed to put those that dare to dream in agony.
    It's fleeting, a precious commodity
    there simply isn't enough
    to achieve or hold faith.

    Society is a let down,
    of cosmic proportions.
    Identify with no god,
    but rather am the ruler of myself,
    controlling my already destined path.
    Fortune is not found in the years of wisdom bestowed
    rather by worth.

    Falling apart quicker than iron oxide.
    Sinking faster into a dismal abyss.
    Where life takes it's true worth,
    Death is what's expensive

    Rescue and reprieve exist still in the soul,
    that's castrated at birth,

    Pain is a lesson,
    a dutiful task of sorts,
    Forgiveness rides beside,
    hoping for daybreak

    Time is running out,
    patience running thin,
    Society is dulled out,
    the truly worthy overlooked,

    A world in one hand holds all,
    and the same holds nothing,
    No desire for immortality,
    A bigger more complicated plan,
    Please tell me you understand
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I can't believe this is your first poem It is excellent you should continue writing your thoughts out like this and yes i do understand I hope that soon perhaps with therapy your poetry will have more hope in it. take care
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    brilliant poem :clap:
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