Admitting Defeat

Long lost is my determination.

Nonextistant is my inspiration.

Dreams are crushed by aggrivation.

Of my mind, I cannot find,

The strength to keep myself collected.

The time to give my nerves a rest.

The heart to do whats really best.

For my mentality; to salvage my sanity.

Unbeknowst to me is what day of the week,

Is the one that is bright, alright or bleak.

I switch moods like water flowing through a creek.

That ends up in an ocean, a multitude of emotion.

Is there medication for this pain?

Am I crazy, depressed or sane?

Or is it merely willpower to change the way,

That my brain reacts to situations every day?

Reviews

[Partha]

If you defeat can yield poems like this then maybe it's worth it. hopelessness blended with the words yet so beautiful to the eyes. that's amazing.