The revival of Survival!

Random thoughts over the bitter past and its effect on the present!

Moments that I lived once in the life

stabs me now, sharper than the knife.

If life is an illusion like they say,

It was one step further in depth that way.

 

Never once it occurred to my mind,

I will be tortured and my self difficult to find.

Dark secrets that unfolded all the way,

kept all my good senses at bay.

 

I regret each day of my existence,

Fighting all the pain with persistence.

Promoting all fairy tales in my consciousness,

I had been one stupid entity of carelessness.

 

Hatred is a too little word for my feelings,

My soul has pierced through all railings.

The heart has been grilled to a bitterness of survival,

all doors closed and no traces of revival.

Author's Note

Please feel free to criticize all the mistakes committed. Feelings alone without solid grounds of literature will be defeated.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

second line should be "stab"---
but otherwise, well, here we are two years plus past the date of you posting this poem and it remains so relevant to the times. The current situation has me feeling everything you have written here.
"all my good senses at bay" The covid takes away our senses....and sense of freedom.

j.

[Rye]

Hatred is a too little word for my feelings,
My soul has pierced through all railings.
The heart has been grilled to a bitterness of survival,
all doors closed and no traces of revival.

I lived this part a lot, This is such a wonderful write here