Desires can torment the spirit
You keep asking yourself why
Fantasies take their toll
But you know they'll never die
Fighting is not easy
Persistent for my mission
Dreams married to misery
If only they saw my vision
My soul bleeds
The target clearly drawn
My essence is broken
But my ambitions live strong
Surviving on blind faith
And I'm starving for more
My aspirations will not go to waste
Now this is what I've prepared for
Per aspera ad astra... and beyond
About the Creator
DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!
The Missing Ingredient
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tóthabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
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