This Too Will Pass

[marquis_de_odde]

You see more reasons in the world for progressing
Than you do for dissolving and retreating
I can't say the same is true in my eyes
I envy how confident you are in the good things
I find them more exception than rule
It's not to say I don't see them
Just with a skiewed view of disbelief
As they come further apart from finding
The mind is always hiding in the dark
The spirit raises limply to the challenge
Still we march on

Challenging self perception
Is hard to do in a barren setting
The subconscious is almost happier to remain stagnant
Than work away to find greater purpose
No matter how deep it burns
Pessimistic persistance is an easy trip

And how long will these gray days last?
Is the cause self or circumstance?
Where can tired souls go
To get a rest from the wailing?
It used to be while sleeping
Now even dreams twist into gruesome tormentors
Stalking out every last ounce of solace
Chased by ape men with metal parts

The answer must be so obvious it's invisible
Smacking me up as it drifts down
Do I hurridly brush it off
While running for the bus
Too busy nursing pity
To give it half a chance

It seems as though something's got to break
Good or bad the air bleeds electricity
Every night I close my eyes
Try looking for visions of promise
I know these efforts are futile
But it's something to pass the time
Whilst waiting for the revolution

[indian~summer]

i love it
its so different than most of the stuff i've seen
great work

[Duck]

isn't there a famous short story called by this name?
PS too tired to read it right now, but it will be in my posts when I check for My Posts, so yeah, will read later

[osiris]

One can find the answer to all the above questions if but one of the above questions is answered: that answer being:

self is circumstance.

That being said, it is incumbent upon us all to discover just how it was that we came to exist, each in our own insulated environments; then to map out those environments thoroughly, so as to know how best to utilize the many pleasures they might offer to the enterprising core.

I will admit that this Knowledge has come to me in the most grievous possible manner, which is: Failure for Lack of Trying. Nonetheless, this rather validates than repudiates my offering it to others, in the hopes that they will not be so ensnared.

Besides, what other pleasure is there for the Dirty Dog in a Ditch than to clearly state to passers-by: "Do you really want to turn out like this? Giddy-up!

And GO!"

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[Duck]

the lack of flow bothered me, work on that, I would not call this a poem really, poems have flow

you also seem to use a mix of simple and more complicated terms that doesn't really work out
makes it seem (and this very well may be) that you are trying to sound more intellectual than you really are

the way you describe things, I like very much

[eastla90022]

I had a really long poem-song i wrote about a week ago called Uncle Sam's Tobacco Farm Blues, but i dont have it with me, it took me 2 days to write

[marquis_de_odde]

Funny you should say that duck,I thought it was a bit choppy when I mixed the complicated and the simple together,but no I'm not trying to sound intellectual,I just use whatever I think expresses my point in the clearest way,sometimes those words are the best tool I have.Osiris,I wish I had your insight on things,I'm sure once I get through this patch of repetitive negative thought it'll be alright,you've probably had similar experiences to get where you are now,and cheers Indian Summer,though it's not turned out quite how I wanted it to.

[TrippinBTM]

Geez...I identify with this so much it's scary. I'm even having the fucked up dreams...

Anyways, I really liked this. Not only does it hit home for me, but it's well written with some pretty damn good imagery.