The last drop.A Poem by MercelusAt some point in life we have all given up on something. perhaps it has haunted you, or maybe it has faded away. constantly fighting the demons that ravage the mind, maybe the fight isnt worth it?Caught in the enticement of ecstacy encased in the wires withering under wraps overcummbered with disappointment dreading the day demons conqour conceiveing only that which confuses confessing impending doom. I yearn for the past, fear for the future, and cry for the present. Drowning in sorrow reaching for the hands of a ghost reality slipping away sinking to quickly paralyzed with fear finding peace momentarly, examine the chains and that anchor. forged from a never fleeting dissonance. void of the consonance. I yearn for the past, fear for the future, and cry for the present. Broken at the bottom every trace of hope, fades away. the demons have won. A day dreaded. Though lost in oblivion, flame burned out peace found. the fight has ended. this mind is theirs to keep. though no longer me, I am free. I yearn for the past, fear for the future, and cry for the present.
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StatsAuthorMercelusPAAbout22. "I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself." -D.H. Lawrence Indifference is just th.. more..Writing
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