Brokenness

Fri, 06/07/2013 - 12:21 -- Gaston

Location

77016
United States
29° 51' 44.55" N, 95° 17' 40.4484" W

The sour taste in my mouth and the overwhelming scent of discontent crowd and clog my nostrils.
My eyesight becomes clouded and distorted with the witnessing of disapproval and disappointment.
My desire is to weep perpetually and to rip out my punctured organ of emotions. Yet I cannot.
Pride is shattered, support is scattered, the bad is inevitably overweighing the good, and this isn’t a virgin experience. It’s a reoccurring one.
In fact, life is never cordial to me, nor I to it.
Too often are my pillows moist and saturated with salty droppings from the cracks of my weary eyes.
Too often do I feel disgusted and disturbed aches in my stomach from the let downs of life, as well as monstrous and miserable aches from the head that remind me of how unbearable and unorthodox my reality can be.
Defeated by society so many times, a winner’s circle is more distant than Christian to Atheist.
In my mind I am constantly refreshing the imaginary page of life called Present, hoping that my current situations are not done processing and aimlessly anticipating the arrival of a newly loaded screen that might actually read success instead of unsatisfactory.
With a hanging head and a hurting heart I somehow always end up being pushed back out in the world and forced to give life another try, and this is the start of a new day.

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