Endless Daze

I can understand the world is too much.
Balancing more than your head on your neck.
You feel like you need a hit or a rush,
To be a person rather than a speck.

If only you knew you are beautiful,
Without getting by with a little help.
The anxiety you hide is dreadful.
Worse is the pain you inflict on yourself.

Just know things that dwell in the darkest caves,
Find a way to develop their own light.
You are a master and you are a slave.
Which one will you be through the lonesome night?

When you are falling into bed be sure,
It is your bed and not the cold hard floor.

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hockadower

Writing is all I want to do.

One thought on “Endless Daze”

  1. Brilliant lines your wrote here:

    You are a master and you are a slave.
    Which one will you be through the lonesome night?

    The lonesome night is being in solitary.

    Gosh! this poem is really powerful.

    I really like this poem so much. 🙂

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