Poezja

by: stephanie


The pain seems inevetable
pressing against these very lungs that permitt my existence
it has become an endless hurt, that forbids my soal to sing
i must endure it today and again tomarrow
i will relive every memory as if it was yesterday
in these moments all the fragments of knowledge i once possesed
fade away from me,lost in thought,pondering the happieness i once understood to be real
i am sickened by what consumes my dreams having to endure every convulsion that overcomes me
my heart set away becomes conflagerated
i peruse throughout a juncture of time, that proceeds spatially,in sudden upheavals of agony
it is inconceivable to me in what manner this deliquency become saticfactory to a vast populace of people depotism has become a thing people constantly are striving to obtain even to the point where those who wish for power become evasive overtaking in vast quantitys as they become complacent they cannot gravitate between what is right and very wrong now they imply i must now remit what i so desperately once charished their need for acscendancy i do not say this in mandacy but to schism away from from beneavement that has enveloped in my life and perhaps my very being i couldn't ask for a better gift than to have this constenation fade from me and then once again feel greatest joys...