In a soggy world

I wrote this, when I was morbidly depressed over my blog/writing not getting any attention.Along with alot of other rubbish going on in my life.

A faint, solemn whisper,

Discarded and deprived.

Of the air that used to give it life,

That little voice inside.

A battered and bruised belief,
An ambiance of still.

What chance has the incredible?

When the logic world finds it's kill.

And as the hours fail me,
And though my hopes do try,
My dreams unfold and scatter,

like teardrops in the sky.

My arrogance or confidence,
Is sparingly the same,

Why not invest in vanity?

whilst I'm still sane.

To hell with all the misanthropists,
The cynic, placid minds.

My Cause is simple,

A worthy audience it shall soon find.

It's easy,

On criticism I'll put a ban.

and if I do then maybe,

I'll earn myself a fan.

For looking at the glass half empty,

Is like staring into the abyss.

Looking for rainbow monkeys,

The gruesome hoplessness I shan't miss.

Author's Note

please read and comment, I would love some feedback from fellow writers :D
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