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Margaret
Poems
Feb 2014
negativity seeps into my well
Don't know what I'm searching for anymore,
That seems so important to go on..
What Is life without purpose?
Just another rotting sac.
But I've found my Self,
Found my Soul, Left my body and Found some Bliss.
But here I sit,
No passion, No good emotion, No feeling for anything else.
Why did I get lost?
At what point did my heart get lost?
Why is my soul so empty?
There is so much more than this..
A collection of souls on this strange flying Planet,
A collection of lost souls all seeking for the same feeling, I'm sure.
Empathy, Compassion, Love, andΒ Β Understanding;
This is what we need to rid the Evil Greed of Power toxifying us all.
My emotionless will create a wall,
Socializing is obsolete and I don't want to tolerate anything.
My passion is gone.
I feel empty wherever I go.
Who I sit with will feel the same emptiness,
I probably drown them as well.
I don't like to be like this,
I don't like it at all.
There's so much more I can come up with,
But it feels like I'm stuck to the ground.
My soul feels black and empty
encompassing dread, yet nothingness for all.
If I understand,
then why can't my head get out from this underground?
My heart feels stuffed with negativity,
A curse, chemical imbalance, or just another spoiled ugly brat?
Fighting silently for my well being and no one cares,
Yell out of rage, and suddenly everyone seems to notice.
I'm forever an ugly beast, so much for thinking I found change...
Written by
Margaret
Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)
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