Pleading insanity

Everything is breaking down,

the old rusted soul twists and tries to shine,

its attempts to see the light are resisted against the world

the world fighting with everything to keep itself still.

 

Nothing can stop the rusted soul from fighting,

nor living to its best,

as it fights harder and harder each day

each night spent awake with the scent of salt in the air

dreanched wet it misses so,

the freedom of air that courses through its achy lungs.

 

With each exaserbated breath that is kept inside,

it grows weaker and weaker with the setting of each sun

as the new day only brings more achy empty lungs,

lack of breathing makes up the days.

 

Watching the eyes do well but learn they cannot,

the rusted soul creaks and clatters back in forth

the world still holding it down steadily,

the soul begins to scream out.

 

Why does this happen? Of which age does not seem to care?

The world holds no purpose for me

the longer it persists to hold me down,

the longer my receating hope gets farther

and farther away from my touch!

 

The world can hear the rusted souls despirate cries

but does not persist,

pushing harder and harder down

ontop of the rusted soul,

enjoying the last despirate screams as they escape through.

 

I give no relief to those who beg for it,

for I,

the world,

can teach no lessons from the cowards that give up

you must fight, dear rusted soul,

fight or lose your own.

 

The rusted soul heard the world's warning

but did not know,

and as the world gave on final push of trust,

the rusted soul gvae in and collapsed

underneath the pressure of the world

on its shoulders.

Author's Note

DONT KEEP THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS!!!!!
you'll go insane otherwise...

dont mind my horrid spelling and grammer <3

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Very true, great message within this piece. Great Write!

[Aleyah]

AWESOME. I love the quirky and keen way about this. This is amazing. Great job.

[Helpless]

well too late, i think i lost it a long time ago. i think as poets, we all lose a part of our mind at one point, otherwise we wouldn't be as creative. lol very true poem though, very awesome!

[Zi]

Another shining example of your literary wisdom, Jess. Brilliant.