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Nov 2018
The Quest for Peace. . .*

Where has all the happiness gone?
The enthusiasm, the spirit, the passion?
How did it all go wrong?
When did reality start to dawn?

Can't a brother just dream?
Is it too much to ask for it all to be real?
Is it too much to long for a life of ease?
Is it too much to just want to be at peace?

I want to live like a king. Of that life, I want a taste.
I want to cross the seas. On a yacht, I want to set sail.
I want to live in a mansion. In my house, I will take a trip.
I want them to sing my songs, my name on their lips.

But, When did my dreams start to fail?
What wrong step did I take?
Am I not good enough, or this is simply my fate?
What is left of this life? What else remains?

I search for ears to hear my story.
Maybe they'll see it wasn't my fault, that I wasn't playing.
Maybe they'll see my tears are real, that I'm not pretending.
Maybe they'll give me a fresh start, a new beginning.

'Try Try Try', they keep chanting.
'I'm giving it my all', I keep saying.
'Why did you fail', they keep asking.
I tried my best, yet was found wanting.

Help me get back up, I keep begging.
'You brought this on yourself', they keep yelling.
I know I messed up, but I need your help. Please, I'm begging!!!
'This is your mess', they say, You alone shall do the cleaning.

Deaf ears and blind eyes are all I keep getting.
'You're a man', they keep saying.
'This isn't the way you should be acting'.
You'll be fine, just get up and keep pushing.
I know this, but why am I still hurting?

I go out to the balcony,
Where the wind is howling.
With tears streaming;
On top of my voice, I start screaming!!!

Who would come to my aid?
Who would help me with this pain?
God, please, I need this agony to go away!
I promise I'll do anything, no matter what it takes!

But echoes are all I hear.
I look at myself as I drown in despair.
This is too much for me to bare.
This life isn't for me. ****, man. This isn't fair.

Maybe I just need to get some relief.
Something to take away all this grief.
Maybe everything just needs to cease.
So I take flight, hoping, that I find some peace.
This is a poem about depression. I hope we all find peace in the end. Inspired by true events.
Fọlábòmí Àmọó
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Fọlábòmí Àmọó  24/M
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     --- and Fawn
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