Skip to main content

Low Thoughts From the Heart

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

Don't judge the stranger sitting alone in the park, you have your own struggles and strife to attend to.

Don't judge the stranger sitting alone in the park, you have your own struggles and strife to attend to.

What is it like to hit rock bottom,

To fall flat on cold, black pavement?

Is it a sweet tale of lonesome tragedy,

Or a bitter story of hopeful ever-after?


May you never know the pain of utter despair,

But seek the wisdom to keep you afloat.

For here in the pits it is dog eat dog,

And every step onward feels like another going down.


Here at the depth of my own creations,

At the pinnacle of my lowest nightmares,

We are all marching to the war drums,

And the grinder does not discriminate.


Step after step, thought after thought,

Punch after punch, and kick after kick.

Every attempt to stand to your feet thwarted,

These are the lowest of the lows unavoidable.


Rest easy knowing the peanut gallery is watching,

Throwing pills and needles from their ivory towers.

Can't go hungry when the scraps are never-ending,

But don't forget when you're up top, we still starve down here.

Does Anything Really Matter?

Have you ever been suicidal? Was there ever a time in your life where you wanted nothing more than to tie a noose, wrap it around your neck, and hang from the highest point you could find? Did you ever try following through only to fail?

I'm coming to find that there are a lot more individuals in the exact same position as me out in the world than those who are doing just fine. There are a lot of people digging away in the pits of life hoping for the day everything pays off. Well, keep digging.

Everything you do to keep pressing forward matters.

© 2021 Kyler J Falk

Related Articles