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Samotność/Loneliness

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posted on Dec, 30 2023 @ 04:44 PM
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Wszystko robotyczne stateczne niezdrowe
Więzi mnie swym cieniem społeczeństwo stalowe
Obejmuje strachem wypala egoizmem
Emanuje fałszem rozbrzmiewa narcyzmem

Znów przykładam telefon do mej zmęczonej skroni
Jego piskliwy dzwonek od ranka mi dzwoni
Zimno ciemno samotnie i jakoś tak pusto
Siedzę w obdartej ławce nim wybija szóstą

Krzywy już mój kręgosłup chociaż z ciała młoda
Dwóch przechodniów gada że brzydka pogoda
A ja sobie chodzę i wszystko mi jedno
Tylko smut dobitnie trafia tutaj w sedno

Oglądam stare gmachy dawnej epoki symbole
Pamiętam te czasy swobodne swawole
Było bardziej po ludzku z natury i czysto
Choć nie było nam łatwo jakoś bardziej szczytno

Choć było krętactwo i była też trwoga
To gdy było ciężko prosiło się Boga
O łaskę i pokój a nie wujka Googla
By kazał załatwić akt u psychologa

A mnie już zabrali do tylu lekarzy
I żaden z nich nie wie o czym dusza marzy
Przepiszą tabletki na moje nietakty
Na farmaceutyki pisali kontrakty

Wyprana z emocji ciężkim łożem leżę
Nabrzmiała od smutku odmawiam pacierze
I myślę o duszy co sercem promiennym
Mogłaby przyświecić mym smutkom brzemiennym

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Everything is robotic, staid and unhealthy
The steel society traps me with its shadow
It embraces fear and burns out with selfishness
It emanates falsehood and reverberates with narcissism

I press the phone to my tired temple again
Its shrill bell has been ringing for me since the morning
Cold, dark, lonely and somehow empty
I'm sitting in a tattered pew before the clock strikes six

My spine is already crooked, although my body is young
Two passers-by say that the weather is bad
And I'm just walking around and I don't care
Only sadness hits the nail on the head here

I look at old buildings and symbols of the old era
I remember those times of free frolic
It was more human in nature and pure
Although it wasn't easy for us, somehow we were more noble

Although there was trickery and there was also fear
When things were hard, you asked God
For grace and peace, not Uncle Google
He would tell me to get a referral to a psychologist

And they've already taken me to so many doctors
And none of them knows what my soul dreams about
They will prescribe pills for my tactlessness
They wrote contracts for pharmaceuticals

I lie on a heavy bed, drained of emotions
Swollen with sadness, I say the prayers
And I think of a soul with a radiant heart
It could illuminate my pregnant sorrows
edit on 11:11:2023 by Agleaya because: (no reason given)



posted on Dec, 30 2023 @ 04:54 PM
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edit on Sat Dec 30 2023 by Jbird because: (no reason given)



posted on Dec, 30 2023 @ 05:27 PM
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a reply to: SANEWS

Spam? It's a poem.



posted on Dec, 30 2023 @ 05:57 PM
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a reply to: SANEWS

I wrote a poem from my heart
And someone labelled it as spam
I have a shrewdness for art
Which single word torned apart


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posted on Dec, 30 2023 @ 06:07 PM
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a reply to: Agleaya

That person didn't label your wonderful poem as spam. What happened is that a spammer chose your thread to advertise a product or service, and that person has been removed from the system as a spammer. The staff member who removed their post properly labelled their post as spam; no reflection upon your poem Agleaya.

Your poem is rife with deep meaning that I can only glimpse. Your works are wonderful, and I dearly hope that you compile your works and publish, so that more of the world can read and feel your poetry.



posted on Dec, 30 2023 @ 08:55 PM
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a reply to: Agleaya

Thank you that was beautiful and forlorn. I don't write quite as poetic but it did stir a poetic side of me so I wrote this in reply:

Rejoice, leap for joy. Let gladness fill your heart.
The evil sorrows that now press in on us are soon to part.

God from on high sees the humble prayers of the meek.
Precious are your tears he guards in his skin bottle so sleek.

The one hearing from on high will answer in his time
All will soon be right so bask in his comfort sublime



posted on Dec, 31 2023 @ 03:51 AM
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a reply to: randomuser2034

Thank you, that's beautiful!



posted on Dec, 31 2023 @ 03:53 AM
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a reply to: argentus

Thank you for clearing that up for me and your kind words about my work.
You're wonderful.



posted on Dec, 31 2023 @ 03:56 AM
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a reply to: Agleaya

Looks like my poem seemed to be a good place for an advertisement...

Lol.



posted on Dec, 31 2023 @ 07:41 AM
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a reply to: Agleaya

Beautiful, Agleaya!

Yes, spammers are attracked to the better threads... but, like moths, they inevitably get burnt.




posted on Dec, 31 2023 @ 08:35 AM
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a reply to: Encia22

Thank you!




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