I try to be noticed, but all I get are blank stares
...to others, I'm non-existant
my presence, they do not care.
I once beleived...
...oh how I beleived in so many things
But my hopes and dreams have all died
There are no more golden rings
...to catch...to reach for
The promises you held onto, that you beleived opened new doors
Now you know, they're realy all the same
There's no one to blame
I no longer beleive there is an escape - at least not one that leaves me breathing
My silence screams for help, while my heart remains beating
It feels all too late
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!
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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? ;)