Desperation

The inevitable subversive

lurks behind my subconscious mind waiting to attack.

Silently screaming,

it stalks the life of its own.

I desperately attempt to escape

but left abandoned with no promise.

It holds my future,

my morn.

Its everlasting light protrudes my moral ability.

Lacking the truth,

its remnants remain seemingly unattached.

Deceptively prudent,

it screams into my being,

unaware of the forsaken truth awaiting my instability.

Unknown,

it is I who is the cause of such doubt,

such anger,

such regret.

The forgotten dignity in which once remained has truly decimated at last.

My day is yet to come.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[dillonjensen]

This is great. Well written and the words you chose compliment one another quite well also. Makes me think of one's inability at times to believe in themselves. The fear, denial, anxiety, and depression that follows suit. Really enjoyed reading this, keep it up.

[soliloquy]

This is chilling and inspriational at the same time.....these words are identifiable to many no doubt.

You capture this situation well.