The Effects of Modern Expectations

The line between what is real and what is not is blurred and faded away

Thus the demons and doubts in my head decided to come out and play

As they run around, I sit here on this silent night and pray and pray

Wishing that God would hear my prayer and save my soul today

For these fears and anxieties are driving me insane in every way

And the darkness has consumed my all, leaving  behind ashes of grey

But I still dream of a future not too far, one that’s here to stay

So I continue to plead in prayer “Dear God, please return what has been taken away”

And once again I hope they’re heard, for the madness I cannot delay


Miniature Writing Challenge #51

No Longer Just a Dream

In response to the Daily Post’s prompt “Optimistic”

How do you fuel the fires of optimism?


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As a cynic, there are few things that make me hopeful or optimistic. But the idea of change in the future, brightens my day more than any other. Believing that my dreams might someday come true, keeps me hopeful in the midst of my cynicism. It sounds like a naive cliche, I’m sure, but still this is what keeps me somewhat optimistic.

Of those dreams, is travel and exploration. I yearn for a chance for adventure to break the mundane cycle that is my daily routine. I wish to delve into as many cultures as possible and explore the mysterious wonders of nature. It is the desire for such experiences that spark a ray of hope in an otherwise regular life.

Do I Dare to Dream?

Is a dream too much to ask?

Is it every person’s right?

Or is life merely composed of tasks


Do I dare hope for a life of my own?

Do I dare wish for love?

Or am I to settle for an existence I’ve outgrown


Can I explore the world?

May I experience living?

Or would such requests never be forgiven


If a dream is bigger than its dreamer

If an ambition is too outrageous

Could it still be pursued or would it be ridiculous


Am I insane to want to make the most out of life?

Am I unnatural because I want to follow the path I choose?

Or have people grown accustomed to being blind to what they truly desire.