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Jupiters Baptism

Co-written by Saishka

By Eagles Published 5 years ago 2 min read
I will not allow my mental health to end my life

I've been taking time

But I'm slowly losing sight

All this pressure inside!

I can't pretend that I'm alright

Your thoughts create a maze in our minds

Till you witness this sickness

Don't tell us we're the victims

What is this!?

Is asking for peace too much?

I appear as if my foot is stuck on the clutch

Strapped by mind forged manacles that don't budge

I'm trapped in a womb waiting for my thoughts to bust

So you can witness the pyre within us!

But you discard our pathos and you let it rot

Till our necks bear the scars of twine

We cannot find trust

Our souls dine with the Gods above

When our bodies are left to natures grove

You weep

Wishing we spoke about what we already show

YOU DON'T KNOW!

Our thoughts are like a dome

Our hearts are like snow

We burn like flesh in the cold

Our blood already froze

A decision we never chose

Only feel alive when the coffins close

Write our eulogy in stone!

Mark my words

My presence will be eternal

My work will be a putrid journal

Stained with time

Remembered for its infernal

The scripture that's cardinal

Will be embraced for its arsenal

It's the impure oracle

You preach be "logical"

Laugh when we're emotional

Discard our intellectual

So be our judicial!

Look beyond what you see

Listen to our plea

We only seek to be free

Please save us from our dreams

Just like how dreams aren't remembered

You forgot to remember me

It's not human nature to have understanding

It's a divine decree

We say we're fine because they can't see our eyes

If they could, they'd know that even the brightest pyre eventually dies

Perfect skin now painted red with imperfection

Broken glaas still producing a clear reflection

Until our lungs collapse and we're controlled by our vices

It's too late, our pyre has become ashes

From those ashes, a phoenix is born

No longer will we allow ourselves to look forlorn

Alone we fight a battle, together we fight a war

Just as the phoenix rises

So will we...

Whether you choose to pay heed or ignore

sad poetry

About the Creator

Eagles

We write about the absolution of love and the dissolution of the soul. Poetry group comprising of the following poets;

Mackalan

Alpha Beharie

Marioson

Amy Void

Kimiera

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