Living in a blur
Along this gruelling vigour
Fearing to finally cave,
Into this loud, obnoxious mediation in rave
Is it just me?
Or is there someone out there with the same plea?
Are we these poor souls adrift?
Craving for this languid plight to shift
Can you feel it igniting?
This seemingly endless longing,
Yearning for that pure and genuine bliss
To rise beyond this infernal abyss
Has it been too long?
Have you asked yourself what have you done wrong?
Although we have to believe that there’s an end
In the meantime put that mask on and pretend
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
Living in a blur
Along this gruelling vigour
Fearing to finally cave,
Into this loud, obnoxious mediation in rave
Is it just me?
Or is there someone out there with the same plea?
Are we these poor souls adrift?
Craving for this languid plight to shift
Can you feel it igniting?
This seemingly endless longing,
Yearning for that pure and genuine bliss
To rise beyond this infernal abyss
Has it been too long?
Have you asked yourself what have you done wrong?
Although we have to believe that there’s an end
In the meantime put that mask on and pretend
#desolation #emptiness #poetry #nostalgia #despondence #inbetween
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