Disappointments lending credence
Oppressive memories adding context
Ruminating on the process
Patterns churning to an excess
Fighting against known succession
Awareness of not enough hindrance
Striving to maintain my balance
Redundant thoughts a constant offense
Pondering prospective end day
To this constant cyclic melee
Possibilities vacated
Where is this promised salvation?
Bow down before the masses power
Under medicines I cower
Seeking abatement of the hour
Filled with thoughts and pain so dour
Knowing better days are coming
If only I can keep on running
One step ahead my sense keeps gunning
Clinging to hopes of overcoming
Power something that is written
Rarely is it true life given
Often there only in theory
Honesty of thought will break free
Knowing of the truth of numbers
Wondering if I will blunder
Lose the edge and fall asunder
Become the lost; another factor
Tiring of the war I’m waging
Aching for hearts of such meaning
Angered at myself for weakening
Praying someone my pain rescinding
If you can relate to this poem... have YOU asked for help?
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Your poem describes depression and anxiety on a more life reflecting level. I found all of the verses well structured and put into a sort of sequence that leads to a flickering hope like the end of a tunnel. This may only be me, but I found the font you are using a bit harsh on my eyes so I think you may want to switch to something more palpatable for those with strained vision. On another note however it does enhance the mental confusion it displays.
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