Torture

A Poem by UnbridledFlame

Waking, eating, sleeping--just to survive?
Maybe this repetition is our strife.
Our karma, our debt, our setbacks… our life.

Are we not beasts, evolved into mice?
A pack of lions caged within their pride's skin--
a war, a den, a chain made from deep within.

Try working harder; you’ll never thrive.
The boulder you push will fall to either side.
Effort is empty; it only deprives.

Those who chase light, noble and bright,
will twist, will tarnish, will learn to contrive.
Soon they’ll fall from the most high--
and like Icarus, they’ll all die.

Death smiles at their necks
with his unholy scythe.
Debaucherous sins are just biding their time.
Try living--
it’s torture.

In fact… it’s life.

© 2025 UnbridledFlame

Author's Note

Sorry for my first poem in awhile to be a bit depressing, ill try to create more uplifting ones in the future. I'll probably post a dissection of this poem in the comments later hope you enjoy :)

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Dragon

So many strong lines here, but if I had to choose one it'd be "Are we not beasts, evolved into mice?". It just carries so much weight and adds to the overall flow of your lovely little poem. Also thanks for the vocabulary I'll definitely be using "debaucherous" in my writing! (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

Posted 5 Months Ago

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5 Months Ago

Your welcome for the vocabulary lol. Also the 2 lines you mentioned were also my favorite. Thank you.. read more

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Ayesha Faiz

This feels dark but real... like you’re just saying what a lot of people feel but don’t admit out loud..... it’s tired, frustrated, and a bit hopeless, but in a way that makes you stop and think about how we live every day..... the Icarus part really hits, because it shows how even aiming high can end in a fall like you know what they say, The higher you aim the harder you fall.
it’s heavy, but it’s honest. I enjoyed reading your poem.