Loveless Hell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 09, 2017

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Will I ever write something authentic and real

If I’m a slave to my neuroses?

Overwhelmed by how the world makes me feel,

I perpetuate my own defeat.

 

When the falcon plummets from the sky,

An angel resurrects its prey.

We all learned to lie,

Praying in vain that it would pay.

 

What if I’m a psychological artifact

From a time when the world was a stage

Where heroes and cowards lived for more than just ‘facts’,

And people knew how to channel their rage.

 

But now it’s just a soulless void:

Deaths and lives devoid of meaning.

We’re all annoyed

Or bored of seeming

Satisfied and tame.

 

When the falcon falls from the sky,

An angel resurrects its prey.

We all learn to lie,

Praying in vain that it will pay.


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