Soul Pollution

My pain is boredom and it is caused
by waking up day after day
Oh, the colours of the morning seem dead to me
Pale grey seems to be my motif
This is the lost season
and I don't look forward to the next
Whatever it brings

Deception, deceit, demonization, defeat
Oh change the record, please
I'm hanging from the highest cloud
getting ready to fall

Half past ten but it's still early for me
My internal clock says it's seven
Someone wipe the morning away
All my dreams end up as ashes
without the thrill of having smoked a cigarette

Defection, descent, distortion, defeat
Oh change the record please
I'm swinging from the lowest spire
ready to sink further

Reviews

[Luna Zerimar]

"Ready to sink further". Indeed.

This, again, hits me right in the heart. Such agony.

And you never write an ugly poem.

This one....just takes my breath away. Leaves me almost speechless.

I dunno...maybe 'cause there's something about it.

It's so deep. So deep.
And it just.. I love it.

Oddly. Very oddly.

*Shakes head* Hmph, got me all emotional.

[Gabby Nieves]

Very relatable to me, I can feel the pain and the emptiness.

[Dark Poet]

This was a very painful poem. It felt like you were just begging and pleading from the inside. Brought a lot of emotion that got the mind swirling. Amazing

[Matching Socks]

Sometimes it feels this way, beaten up, defeated...
Great powerful emotions come out here.