Dead man living

Dead man living

A Poem by bhea

Another day without a purpose,
Fighting in an endless battle,
Wanting it all to end and rest,
Thinking for an easy way out,
Wanting my candle to blow out.

Everyday my life is at war,
I'm tired of trying to stay strong,
No one can pull me from darkness,
No one can see how scared I am,
I try to hide and run away.

My own thoughs trying to kill me,
I had already lost my pride,
Living outside,dying inside,
I'm drowning and feeling so depressed,
I am tired of being put down.

Keep fighting even if you lose,
Even If it's against yourself
Know that the chain can be broken,
Follow the river and find peace,
Hoping a heart will walk at ease.

© 2018 bhea


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Some parts need editting, but it is a good piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago


The poem's beginning seems to reflect despair, its end, determination. Evidently some changed occurred in the middle verses, but I am unable to see it.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on July 28, 2018
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