Optimism Is A Morbid River
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DescriptionA poem comparing optimism to a waterway.
MessageMorbid, indeed.
ImageMonomoy Writes
Optimism is a morbid river,Whispers of hope seeping in through your skin,Coaxing you out of a dizzying spiral—It is only how the danger begins.
In reality, it is dragging you below,Slamming you against the jagged rocks,Promising light just beyond the surface,While your breath tangles in its cruel locks.
The current hums a melody of solace,But it pulls you ever deeper with every try,You reach for the surface, hands outstretched,Still blind to the truth as the river runs dry.
In reality, it is dragging you below,Slamming you against the jagged rocks,Promising light just beyond the surface,While your breath tangles in its cruel locks.
The current hums a melody of solace,But it pulls you ever deeper with every try,You reach for the surface, hands outstretched,Still blind to the truth as the river runs dry.
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