There reaches that point
When you reach for the pills.
The things that you won't
The world thinks that you will.
The waiting for freedom
Is not soon enough.
The paying for wisdom
Is costing too much.
And there's nothing left.
Moving observation on desperation, Aviva.
Thank you Ghazala and Nigel for commenting ?
Thanks also to everyone who clicked 'Like' for this poem ?
By the way, this poem was untitled until today...
I had to spend a while thinking about it...
But I'm really happy with the title that it now has.
(And now, THIS poem ^, has also got a title)
'This poem was untitled until today'
Friends who have
reached those lows
can pull you free
if you let them.
Nothing but plain truth.?
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Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Thu 6th May 2021 23:30
Thank you John for commenting ?