Crushed
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"Crushed" explores the profound and often-overlooked reality that life, for all its beauty and joy, is ultimately a journey towards its own end. It delves into themes of mortality, the weight of existence, and the fleeting nature of happiness.
The poem aims to evoke a sense of introspection and perhaps even a touch of melancholy, reminding readers that while we strive for meaning and fulfillment, the inevitability of death casts a long shadow over all human experience.
I hope this poem resonates with readers on a deeper level, prompting them to appreciate the preciousness of life and find meaning in the present moment.
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Crushed
Crushed by life, I bear the weight,
Of dreams undone and love too late.
A heavy heart, a mind in chains,
A soul adrift in endless pains.
The world, a pressing, cruel embrace,
Leaves marks unseen on my worn face.
In every breath, I feel the squeeze,
Of unseen hands that never ease.
Each step, a struggle, each day, a fight,
A battle waged from dark to light.
The smiles I wear, the words I say,
Are shields against the fray.
My family laughs, their voices clear,
A distant sound I barely hear.
They thrive in sunlit realms of grace,
Unaware of my silent chase.
The future looms, a shadowed beast,
With every hope and joy deceased.
I stumble through this bleak terrain,
With nothing left but numbing pain.
No comfort in the stars above,
No solace in the ones I love.
Their warmth a distant, fleeting glow,
While deep within, the darkness grows.
Crushed by life, I sink and fade,
A ghost within the daylight made.
In silent screams, I find my end,
A broken path I cannot mend.
Birth is the start of a long fall,
A journey where we lose it all.
From light to dark, from hope to pain,
We tumble through the endless rain.
The first breath drawn, a whispered sigh,
The beginning of a slow goodbye.
Innocence wrapped in tender care,
Unaware of burdens we’ll bear.
Each step we take, each path we choose,
Brings closer still the things we lose.
The joy we find, the love we hold,
Are fleeting moments, tales consoled.
Life’s climb is steep, its edge so near,
With every height, a growing fear.
The dreams we chase, the stars we seek,
Are shadows that grow ever bleak.
In childhood’s arms, we learn to stand,
But soon enough, we leave that land.
Adulthood comes with heavy tolls,
And with it, burdens on our souls.
The weight of years, the scars of time,
In every fall, a silent chime.
Reminding us of what we’ve lost,
Of innocence turned cold as frost.
Birth is the start of a long fall,
A spiral through life’s shadowed hall,
We grasp at light, we fight the night,
But in the end, we lose the fight.
And so we fall, from first to last,
A journey through the shadows cast.
From birth to death, we lose it all,
In this long, unending fall.
Copyright © Joel Hawksley | Year Posted 2025
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