An echo,
Into the void...
With conscious sedation,
Hope crawled back into the dark,
Standing in the line of life,
Bitterly awaiting an end,
Death is the grave,
There is but,
Lethargy.
Social Commentary and Mental health Poetry, written by the broken.
An echo,
Into the void...
With conscious sedation,
Hope crawled back into the dark,
Standing in the line of life,
Bitterly awaiting an end,
Death is the grave,
There is but,
Lethargy.
In lieu...
An earnest anticipation,
Of playing pretend; half dead,
Dull your hope and senses,
To be half of somewhat...
Even quasi accepted!
No one ever said,
Or told me,
I'd have,
To be...
Play pretend,
To be loved...
In lieu of...
Playing half dead,
To be somewhat...
Quasi accepted!
No one ever,
Said...
To...
Me!