I am heartbroken
Choking on harsh realities
That they never cared for me
Don’t know what was expected
It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
I guess it’s just the positive side of my personality
That always wants to hope for a better reality
I can’t always stay trapped
In my realistic outlook
Always skirting the edge of nihilistic futility
Refusing to believe
That I’m constantly surrounded by the banality of greed and incompetence
Wanting to believe it’s just happenstance
To believe that one day we, I, will be free
To just make art and dance
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The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Fiction
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Powerful lyrical quality infused with harsh truths. Methinks you nailed it!
Lovely poem 🏆✍️
Sad reality but hopeful and beautiful poem. Sending lots of hugs 🤗
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Beautiful poem, sad reality