Title: Despair
Status: Completed
Genre: Poetry/Angst/Hurt
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Synopsis: We were all born to die, anyway.
Note: A poetry.
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One fine day, it will all make sense
You will come to the realization, you will understand
That there is nothing more to this life—
Nothing for me, in particular,
To look forward to.
Even if I were to become the strongest and emerge as a warrior in a battle,
Or remain the weakest and perish in a battle,
Even if I were to die a mortal or granted a life immortal,
Even if I were able to crush the world in my fist or crumble into the deep, dark abyss..
At the end of it all, the outcome is just—
Loneliness.
Deprived of acceptance, respect and recognition,
Needless to say, even love and affection,
I succumb to this void of despair
Where I constantly battle my never-ending inner demons
That mock me, defame me, belittle me, torment me.
They shatter my pride continuously.
Death.. Please come and take my life away.
Or am I too pathetic that you've refused to come my way?
The fact remains; We were all born to die.
So why even try to live? To survive?
Flesh and bones eventually reduce to ashes and dust,
Into the nothingness, we will all return
And become nothing more than a mere memory;
A someone from the past.
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