ashweb poetry: anon3

Passion
Idealistic Passion
Unable to accept
The world as it is
Yet powerless
To change it

Others
Accept and move on
I mourn
For what is not
For what was lost
And what can never be

Happiness is so fleeting,
Yet misery seems to be infinite.
Ecstasy is an ephemeral emotion,
Lasting only until it is replaced
by the terrible grief that manages to survive a lifetime.
A brief smile is but a weakness,
A temporary lapse of the perpetual frown
that shields us from ourselves.
A twinkle in a laughing eye is most often washed away
by tears laced with sorrow.
You can cling to hope in vain
only to be drowned by melancholy and sadness.
There is no option but to surrender,
to give in and be taken under
by the black current of despair-
Destined to lead a pathetic existence
in a world of blinding darkness.

Day after day;
	i see the same sun
		same moon
Day after day;
	i see the same green
		same red
Day after day;
	i feel the same hurt
		same pain
Day after day;
	i feel the same hopelessness
		same emptiness
Day after day;
	i struggle with the same job
		same life
Day after day;
	same pace
		same crawl
Day after day;
	same stress
		same shit
Day after day;
	i hear the same echo
		echo of yesterday
Day after day;
	i wish tomorrow
		would never come
Day after day

Can anyone hear me?
                  it hurts
                          hurts so bad;

the string of life,
                   around my neck,
                                   choking me,

       can anyone hear me?
                          my cry
                                  my little whimper of sobs,


can they see?
                that i am laughing,

hiding,

        crying,

                dying,

can anyone hear my voice?
                          from the heart,

                 the soft beat

                                of life;

can they see?
             the wave of reality,

                                 taunting me

             with its lies;

I am so sad,
             so lonely,
                     so helpless,
                                so vulnerable,

                          in this world of knives.

Can't they see?
                  I am floating in nothing,

        in darkness;

Try looking at my face!
                     full of smiles;

full of pain;

      full of anger;

                      full of holes;

Try hearing my sound!
                       My echo,
                                in the background;


             My voice,
                         in this poem;

       calling for friendship,
                              for love,

  for help;

It hurts,
           hurts so bad;

Can anyone hear me?
                      hear, my pain.