A large depression.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 26, 2021


You want me to go out
into the world,
gesturing at how lively
the shadows are

but all I see is death
and carelessness,

apathetic truths
that would ruin
the courage I'd summoned.

Don't ask me to face it,
not now at least.

And don't mistake this
as happiness,
being content where I am,

because nothing is moving
for me.

It doesn't matter where I step,
where I spend my days,
the world is a tar pit
that cloaks any aspirations.

My bones are already
trapped enough;

nothing can be preserved.

    report violation
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  • 2 years ago

    by Kate

    This hits me really hard. This part especially:

    “ And don't mistake this
    as happiness,
    being content where I am,

    because nothing is moving
    for me.

    It doesn't matter where I step,
    where I spend my days,
    the world is a tar pit
    that cloaks any aspirations.”

    I don’t have the words to explain it properly how these lines make me feel. They are like unwritten words out of my own head, it’s amazing. I think you nailed it with this one. It’s raw, it’s powerful, it’s truthful.

  • 2 years ago

    by Alanis

    I love this. A great poet does not need an abundance of complicated descriptive words to get the point across. A great poet utilizes structure, as well as coloring the page with words. Thank you for sharing. My abysmal views and pessimism adore this.

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