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Bush. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Look at me now on a downer
sinking in swamps of confusion,
nothing adds up or seems to make sense
life looks unreal, a nightmare illusion.
Grasping at straws, I am drowning,
reaching for saviours I cannot distinguish,
people use voices I don't understand,
meaningless language, bastardised English.
Shadows come down like black curtains,
suffocate energy, drain motivation;
bury me deep in dysfunction,
swathe me in blankets of sheer desperation.
Yet I must hang on with the insight,
no matter how hopeless it seems,
the shadows will rise with the dawning
when I come to dream better dreams.
Life is so precious and sacred,
though it often is hard to commend,
where there's life there is hope and vice versa,
it is all that we have in the end.