This is a fixed poem written with a rhyme scheme. It's about the struggles and turmoil caused by the bad in the world seem like they may never end.
For How Long?
Havoc and Confusion
An endless, dry delusion
When will this war stop
How will this battle end
Is peace to come? Oh, how we pretend!
There is no benevolence
No pacification, just silence.
Only long suffering
Hot and burning, the worms still gnaw.
Only incisions, sharp and raw
Let that bright liquid poor,
Drink the pain in some more.
Cool and soothing,
Like metallic streams
A feeble whisper yearning to scream.
Keep going, do continue
With a cutlass good as new.
The edge shall be your friend
When not another sole is to be found
Not even yourself, no one’s around.
Havoc and Confusion
End the introspection
Inundated by despair
Cease the frustrations
No more mental afflictions.
Oh the cries for help, throat cracked and sore.
Who knows anymore.
Increasingly tired and for what?
Stressed over the nihility of the complication,
My idiocy is revealed in its manifestation.
Discomfort envelops me, always keeping check
Coiling around my neck.
Its fingers cold and chapped
It has lingered far too long
All these carnal provocations chanting one bleak song.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.