I carry with me
a light of hope
for a better tomorrow
but that tomorrow never comes
I cannot stand
lying to myself
Yet I cannot watch
myself become this weak
There arises a war
within oneself;
At one moment
a wish for something otherworldly
and another
the indifference
Put to a halt whatever
it is that you think you can do;
make ammends
and become at peace
with your inability to feel whole
There is a hole
an insatiable void
inside your mortal body
Minutes ticking by
you no longer are young and filled with hope
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
I carry with me
a light of hope
for a better tomorrow
but that tomorrow never comes
I cannot stand
lying to myself
Yet I cannot watch
myself become this weak
There arises a war
within oneself;
At one moment
a wish for something otherworldly
and another
the indifference
Put to a halt whatever
it is that you think you can do;
make ammends
and become at peace
with your inability to feel whole
There is a hole
an insatiable void
inside your mortal body
Minutes ticking by
you no longer are young and filled with hope
Written 25/02/2020
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