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An Abyss of Forgotten Dreams
Decaying in predictable routines
an abyss of forgotten dreams
the stench of familiarity
monotonous tasks cloud the clarity
Despising your chosen role
follow the expected, sold your soul
the fear of loosing controls each day
once your dependence was taken away
Controlled by the need to satisfy
the desire to please bleeds you dry
to fit into the empty mould
lifeless addictions have made you cold
Empty cares for responsibilities
weakened by perfect vanities
searching the void for a meaning
excavate your heart to find a feeling
Escapism dictates fantasies
delightful taboos feed insanities
controlling expected disappointments
drowning lies in the ointments
Tick tock on the façade
misleading gestures create a charade
faint whispers of a forgotten desire
threaten to extinguish the last of your fire
Paths navigated by your fear
questioning if you belong here
in the world that makes you want to hide
and a life that kills you from the inside
an abyss of forgotten dreams
the stench of familiarity
monotonous tasks cloud the clarity
Despising your chosen role
follow the expected, sold your soul
the fear of loosing controls each day
once your dependence was taken away
Controlled by the need to satisfy
the desire to please bleeds you dry
to fit into the empty mould
lifeless addictions have made you cold
Empty cares for responsibilities
weakened by perfect vanities
searching the void for a meaning
excavate your heart to find a feeling
Escapism dictates fantasies
delightful taboos feed insanities
controlling expected disappointments
drowning lies in the ointments
Tick tock on the façade
misleading gestures create a charade
faint whispers of a forgotten desire
threaten to extinguish the last of your fire
Paths navigated by your fear
questioning if you belong here
in the world that makes you want to hide
and a life that kills you from the inside
Published 12th Oct 2011
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12th Oct 2011 10:56pm
A meandering road along the highway of life; with pretty flowers and thorns, of dazzling colours and lightnings; much pleasure laced with pain: pleasures are all dulled by familiarity's contempt while the pain and ugliness are empathised...thats how I see this poem.
12th Oct 2011 11:02pm
12th Oct 2011 11:56pm
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- Edited 14th May 2018 5:40pm
13th Oct 2011 6:23am
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13th Oct 2011 8:56am
John Lennon - All You Need Is Love...
Always when we look within, the hardest sights there are to see. We are hardest on ourselves because we know the depth of our feelings and the path we travelled to create them. Once you have fallen into the Abyss, there is only one direction left to travel. Rise up to the hands reaching out to let you know you are not alone. JJ
Always when we look within, the hardest sights there are to see. We are hardest on ourselves because we know the depth of our feelings and the path we travelled to create them. Once you have fallen into the Abyss, there is only one direction left to travel. Rise up to the hands reaching out to let you know you are not alone. JJ
