by Rey Severs   Oct 4, 2015

Sometimes I wonder if there is more than 3,
and if there is, I am less than thee,
I dwindle, twirl and barely flicker,
Whilst all else are rarely hindered.

Do I smile, only to not exist,
Do I break the clasps, on my wrists,
Do I strain, only to wither,
Do I hope, only to be told "Never".

If I find something, I am faced with competition,
I never win, nor fathom recognition,
I am second best, I can never compete,
I am meaningless, invisible...obsolete.

Fitting in, but internally killing myself,
Is the burden worth all, including my health?
Or whispering away, to slowly suffer,
It is courage enough to be within the cluster.

Repulsive humans, selfish and vain,
They care not for suffering, nor another man's pain,
Keep checking your mirrors, keep putting on a facade,
Replay your stories, your life is "so hard".

People never gain, nor do they win,
Every step closer to the end, is a step closer to sin,
Rotting souls, that decompose over time,
"Me, myself, I, mine!"

Why do we not care for any other?
Why is it, if we do not win, we won't bother?
Stepping on souls just to save our own flesh,
Attempting to always come out best.

I watch you all, and I am losing my faith,
This race is disgraced by greed and hate,
The more I see, the quieter I become,
I am losing hope, as you feel you have all won.

I am here, and then I fade,
It was always my all that I gave,
My dreams and hopes, they begin to decay,
crushed, broken and given away.

I am sorry all, for no longer watching,
I must look away at this world as it's rotting,
I am silenced without speaking, my opinions mean not,
I am at the final battle...and you...all lost.


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  • 2 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    This is seriously a great piece, full of musings and realizations about the world. It was lengthy but full-packed and I enjoyed the whole piece. Well- written!

  • 3 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    "Do I beak the clasps, on my wrists," I believe "beak" is supposed to be "break." That's the only technical error I found in this poem.

    Otherwise, this poem is strong and beautiful. This world we live in is falling apart into social schisms that allude to another civil war or even worse -- nuclear. It's so difficult to watch this world tear itself apart, wishing I could save it though knowing I can't -- I can't even control the goings-on in my own life, never mind the world's. You really have a knack for depth, I can see from this poem. It does not just touch upon the subject [of social dichotomy where everyone is either on the "winning" side or the "losing side], it revels in it. Every aspect is visited, and validated by the reader's own experiences. Truly eye-opening.

    Honestly a great write, and I hope to see more from you,

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