This poem is one that centers around an endless mental bout. I wanted to dive into topics about mental health, and this work means a lot to me for that reason. I hope you all enjoy!
The end all be all,
Isn’t it sweet?
To feed your greed
And stand tall,
Without defeat.
Remaining all alone,
Afraid of the unknown.
An endless fear,
Not in sight,
Making the emerald leaves leer,
A deep terror invoking fright.
The critics remain loud,
Invading the crowd.
They scare the joyful and faithful,
Pushing forward the doubtful and spiteful.
They remain for eternity,
Tarnishing my sanity.
The soul yearns for optimism,
Feeling ever so lonesome.
It combusts in flames,
Cremating the chains.
Emotions controlled for good,
No longer misunderstood.
No more eternal fret,
For the internal threat.
Several worries left unclosed,
Vulnerable to the newly unchained.
Will the cycle restart?
Tear my heart apart?
I may never know,
Regardless of a yes or no.
My head remains high,
Until I die.
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