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My ill-filled mind adrift on winds ethereal, Hopeless, I muse on my own burial. I dug six feet in foreign lands immemorial, As ruminations run wild, rabid, and feral. Imprisoned self, reborn as antisocial, Past cohorts are now strangers, fantasmal. Depressing illusions intensify suicidal, Knocking on doors of the heavenly celestial. Yet kneeling at the pulpit feels nothing special. Words misunderstood, deemed uncolloquial, Unbothered to learn, It's deemed impractical. Learning the language they use in their imperial, To make my plea resound consequential. π’©π‘œπ“Œ 𝒽𝑒𝒢𝓇 π“‚π“Ž 𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 π’»π‘œπ“‡ 𝒢𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 π‘”π‘œπ’Ήπ“ˆ 𝒷𝒢𝓃𝒢𝓁! "π‘―π’‚π’“π’Œ! 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 π’ˆπ’π’…π’” 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒅 π’•π’‰π’š 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’† 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 π’Šπ’” 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 π’‡π’†π’†π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. π‘»π’‰π’š π’”π’†π’†π’Œ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’π’π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 π’Žπ’π’“π’†. π‘Ύπ’‰π’Šπ’•π’‰π’†π’“ 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒍𝒆' π’ˆπ’π’…π’”, π’π’π’π’š π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’•π’‰π’š 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆. π‘Ύπ’Šπ’π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“, π’•π’‰π’š π’”π’Šπ’π’†π’π’„π’† 𝒂 π’Œπ’π’†π’π’? 𝑨 π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’”π’‘π’†π’“, 𝒂 π’”π’Šπ’ˆπ’, π’Šπ’ π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’”π’‰π’‚π’…π’π’˜π’š 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑫𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐 π’π’π’π’ˆπ’†π’“ 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒅 π’Žπ’π’“π’•π’‚π’ π’…π’†π’”π’‘π’‚π’Šπ’“? 𝑢𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 π’…π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’š 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 π’ƒπ’π’Šπ’π’… 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‰π’š π’‘π’“π’‚π’šπ’†π’“?" For endless ages, I wait in vain, Enduring this stone-hearted disdain. Forsaken and lost, your silence profaneβ€” An eternal ache, my solitary refrain.
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Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC
Discarded Divine Plea πŸ™πŸΌπŸ›
My ill-filled mind adrift on winds ethereal, Hopeless, I muse on my own burial. I dug six feet in foreign lands immemorial, As ruminations run wild, rabid, and feral. Imprisoned self, reborn as antisocial, Past cohorts are now strangers, fantasmal. Depressing illusions intensify suicidal, Knocking on doors of the heavenly celestial. Yet kneeling at the pulpit feels nothing special. Words misunderstood, deemed uncolloquial, Unbothered to learn, It's deemed impractical. Learning the language they use in their imperial, To make my plea resound consequential. π’©π‘œπ“Œ 𝒽𝑒𝒢𝓇 π“‚π“Ž 𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 π’»π‘œπ“‡ 𝒢𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 π‘”π‘œπ’Ήπ“ˆ 𝒷𝒢𝓃𝒢𝓁! "π‘―π’‚π’“π’Œ! 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 π’ˆπ’π’…π’” 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒅 π’•π’‰π’š 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’† 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 π’Šπ’” 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 π’‡π’†π’†π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. π‘»π’‰π’š π’”π’†π’†π’Œ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’π’π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 π’Žπ’π’“π’†. π‘Ύπ’‰π’Šπ’•π’‰π’†π’“ 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒍𝒆' π’ˆπ’π’…π’”, π’π’π’π’š π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’•π’‰π’š 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆. π‘Ύπ’Šπ’π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“, π’•π’‰π’š π’”π’Šπ’π’†π’π’„π’† 𝒂 π’Œπ’π’†π’π’? 𝑨 π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’”π’‘π’†π’“, 𝒂 π’”π’Šπ’ˆπ’, π’Šπ’ π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’”π’‰π’‚π’…π’π’˜π’š 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑫𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐 π’π’π’π’ˆπ’†π’“ 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒅 π’Žπ’π’“π’•π’‚π’ π’…π’†π’”π’‘π’‚π’Šπ’“? 𝑢𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 π’…π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’š 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 π’ƒπ’π’Šπ’π’… 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‰π’š π’‘π’“π’‚π’šπ’†π’“?" For endless ages, I wait in vain, Enduring this stone-hearted disdain. Forsaken and lost, your silence profaneβ€” An eternal ache, my solitary refrain.
This poem explores themes of despair, isolation, and the search for meaning in the face of divine silence. It embodies a deeply introspective and somber tone, reflecting the inner turmoil and sense of abandonment. The tone is gothic and melancholic, with a distinct sense of frustration and hopelessness. The musings on mortality, the futility of prayer, and the feeling of being unheard give this poem a tragic, almost existential quality. Plagiarism Notice: This poem is an original work by TheJhonDeLion. It has been submitted for plagiarism checks to ensure authenticity. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. If you find any similar content elsewhere, please notify me immediately.
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TheJhondelion
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27/M/Philippines
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC
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