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Poetry News Post #5435

Dead while alive

Written by: Ashai
Date: Wednesday, July 31st, 2019
Addressed to: Everyone


A young girl,
Rose-tinted glasses.
So much hope and exuberance.
Unyielding belief with a friendly disposition.

A little older,
Small spider-webbing cracks.
Rose-tinted becomes shades of grey.
Shadows begin to obscure the light.

Crushing weight piling on,
Slowly suffocating alone.
Grey turns to black and white.
Belief and hope turn to ash.

Once fond and friendly faces,
Now judgmental and unforgiving.
Love is the biggest of all lies.
Forgiveness, its whisper of false promises.

She's plummeted to rock bottom,
The pit the girl has hit.
Everything she was, shattered.
Nothing left but emptiness.

Anguish shifts to something more,
An embittered understanding of suffering.
Anger is the heat that burns now.
Resentment its polarity and ice within.

She knows it will crush her,
A different weight, but one all the same.
No, she must embrace it.
Heart hardened and soul resigned to damnation.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Chronos, in the year 806 AF.


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Poetry News Post #5435

Dead while alive

Written by: Ashai
Date: Wednesday, July 31st, 2019
Addressed to: Everyone


A young girl,
Rose-tinted glasses.
So much hope and exuberance.
Unyielding belief with a friendly disposition.

A little older,
Small spider-webbing cracks.
Rose-tinted becomes shades of grey.
Shadows begin to obscure the light.

Crushing weight piling on,
Slowly suffocating alone.
Grey turns to black and white.
Belief and hope turn to ash.

Once fond and friendly faces,
Now judgmental and unforgiving.
Love is the biggest of all lies.
Forgiveness, its whisper of false promises.

She's plummeted to rock bottom,
The pit the girl has hit.
Everything she was, shattered.
Nothing left but emptiness.

Anguish shifts to something more,
An embittered understanding of suffering.
Anger is the heat that burns now.
Resentment its polarity and ice within.

She knows it will crush her,
A different weight, but one all the same.
No, she must embrace it.
Heart hardened and soul resigned to damnation.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Chronos, in the year 806 AF.


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