The Point Poem by Fallen Pieces
The Point
Everything keeps tumbling down
and the clock keeps ticking
With my patience and hope on the ground,
I have no wish to keep living
The indecisions obliviously drown
everything that is remotely conjured
It seems out of something right,
about a dozen wrongs follow silently
A bi-polar disease not genetically transferred
but mentally induced by life's standards
Kicking everything great high up
and smothering everything else that's not
What's the point of dreaming dreams
of a life with more purpose;
if anything you attempt to conquer
takes years and years off your skin?
All the sacrifices that must be forged,
must be granted, must be forced...
Tell me, what's the point?
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5/2/2024 3:13:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Forcing yourself into someone elses mould is impossible to do, in my opinion and the point is! we have to go through lifes hoops to eventually get to our true destination, some feel we have to jump too high, but patience and a belief in your destiny, will give you what you need and eventually what you want. Bipolar is a twenty first century world wide phenomena from what I have learned about it and one thing I have learned, is that most who suffer, are fantically talented people, with great strength of character. Just a thought from Tai, smiling at you