Pessimistic Society: An Embarrassing Poem From High Sch
poem by:
Ernest Areheart
Written
on Apr 28, 2015
We are all so distraught Our disease of worry is easily caught And we breakdown and lay empty on the floor We don't know what it means to confide Our souls cry as our hearts die inside And stop wondering what this life is for We think death is the easy way out Our sense of feeling is clouded by doubt And our pain becomes an echo we can't ignore
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Q. Ramirez commented:
I have read all of your posted poems. This one in particular is my favorite because of the theme. I believe more young people contemplate suicide than in the past due to how much in life is expected of them. I enjoy your poems, so please post more.
Christopher Russon
commented:
A very true poem.
A member of my famely.
She acted on impulse spare of the moment
I like all your poems from what I have read.
Her mind was very cloudy
Anna Tate
commented on Sep 16, 2017 at 9:49am
Good write
