The Descent

I feel that this one sums up that helpless feeling of "what the hell am I going to do now?" pretty well.

 

Your soul is pure, and so demure

Is your demeanor now,

But when your world is breaking,

And you're a nutcase in the making,

What will you do then?

 

Your life is a mix of duty and risks,

And you are torn between the two,

Because while working and learning,

Your dreams and desires are burning

So what are you going to do?

 

Your mind is numb with the constant hum

Of the stress of thinking;

You try to shut up the depressing thoughts,

And refrain from watching as your soul rots,

But it's too late, you're sinking.

Author's Note

I know, it's a little rough around the edges.

Reviews

[Murtuza]

I really love this poem because it isn't necessarily of a structured rhyme yet it sounds wonderful and the flow is excellent. I like how you added a bit of casualness in the poem with the "and you're a nutcase in the making" line :)
Another great write of yours that I enjoyed. Well done!