Futility, a Poem

how it’d looked and felt…not my photograph…

Translated…

The Shiny Surface of the Mirror is a Silent Trap

Falling in for a While

And Believed, that You’re, Filled with the Glorious Moments of Life

You’d, Worked Hard, Kept, Jumping Higher, and Higher, Inside that Ancient Well

It is, a Very Hard to Come by Scene in Itself

But, One Thing’s for Certain, that NOBODY is There

To Applaud You for Your Attempts

struggling to break free 的圖片結果feels, JUST like that, not my photograph…

So, it’s still, useless, what, you’re doing, isn’t it? You’d been, STUCK inside this dark well (a metaphor for what you feel trapped by, perhaps???) for so long, and, you’d, reached up, higher and higher each time, to break free from whatever’s holding you there, and, each and every single time you thought that you’d, made it out, you’d, fallen back down, and, as this happens more and more, soon, you will be, overcome, with desperation that’s for sure.

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About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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