Fading Comments

Life is what you make it, they say. Me thinks....f*ck them. Everyone is not born with the same options in life. This society is controlled and has been sold a long time age. Dreams are crushed yet the fight goes on. Cheated not defeated. I find passion in not being defeated. Perhaps you can find something to passionate about? ;)

silence screams, good write, thanks.

Welcome to PH! You have begun with a very nice poem. Life offers different meanings, at different stages. The one you have caught is the feeling of void, of nothingness. There are no more golden rings ...to catch...to reach for This is a feeling of despondency, of nothingness. Just wait and look around, and wait for other offerings of life. My silence screams for help, while my heart remains beating It feels all too late Nice way to describe the present state of your mind. It's never too late, nothing is, really!