Hello everyone its been a month. I’ve been busy. But thats an excuse. I just haven’t been creative enough. I think my poems lack a message. I feel like I’m just idly writing, creating without thought. Without use. But besides that advice is always welcome


That dream

Walk into a city
Don’t know which one
People walk past me
Faces condensed into none

Just got fired from my job
Thinking of cursing at God
Parents calling me a slob
My life is purely flawed

At least a bottle of beer
Can suppress my fear
Atleast a short life of ecstasy
Is available for me

But maybe there is hope
If I can quit to tope
Then maybe I can reconnect
With my family that showed neglect

But then again its too late
and I don’t know how to defy fate
Forever it may seem
That it’s an unattainable dream




Poetry by Artorius
Written on 2026-07-20 at 00:08

Tags Future  Fear  Addiction 

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