The light has all but vanished from this world
Hopes and dreams are all but a distant thought
Fear, despair, and hate are all that is heard
And painful screams of battles not yet fought
The virus doth lay low the weak and strong
While soldiers in blue kill without remorse
And we are left to wonder for how long
Are we to travel down this wretched course?
I know not how, or why, or even when
This great torment shall ever come to pass
It feels like pain unceasing without end
Like fire scorching unchecked across the grass
Even if we all are healed in some way
I fear that it will be a far-off day
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ChampionElCid
I started writing fanfiction and slowly over time have progressed to writing poetry and short stories. On Vocal I hope to continue my writing and slowly begin to make a name for myself.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Such a riveting, powerful poem.