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Jul 13, 2026
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Just Wanting To Live
It’s eating me up
Deep down inside
Nothing left to give
There’s nowhere to hide
Down on my knees
Trying to fight
Hoping and praying
Trying with all my might
Just trying to breathe
And get on by
Most of the time
I ask myself why why why
Living in vain
Hurt and despair
Crying and crying
Wondering who’s there?
Is there an end?
Any tunnel insight?
Lightning and thunder
On the dark cold night
Whistling winds
Piercing the air
Howling cries
No one left to Care
Living to die
And dying to live
Hold on tight
And give all you can give
— streshenkofftheresa, Jul 13, 2026
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1 month ago
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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem tackles a subject of real weight — the exhaustion of enduring when relief feels out of reach — and its most affecting turn arrives in the final stanza, where "Living to die / And dying to live" compresses that struggle into a genuine paradox. That single reversal does more emotional work than the lines that merely state the feeling, because it makes the reader hold two opposing pulls at once rather than being told what to feel.
The repetition of "trying" across the second and third stanzas mirrors the fatigue the speaker describes, and that echo has an intuitive logic to it. It may be worth testing, though, whether every instance earns its place, since repetition can begin to blur the edges of a poem's images rather than deepen them. Selecting one or two moments of repetition to keep, and varying the surrounding verbs, would let those chosen echoes land harder.
Where the poem leans hardest on abstraction — "Hurt and despair," "Living in vain" — the feeling is named but not made visible, and the reader is left outside it. The imagery of the fifth and sixth stanzas points toward a stronger path: the "whistling winds," the "dark cold night," the "howling cries" give the despair a place and a weather. Grounding the earlier emotional statements in similarly concrete, sensory detail — what the eating-up feels like in the body, what the kneeling floor is like — would let the reader arrive at the emotion rather than being handed its label.
One small note on precision: "Any tunnel insight?" appears to intend "in sight," and the phrase reaches for the familiar image of light at the end of the tunnel. Reworking that line to trust its own particulars, rather than the well-worn figure, would strengthen the questioning tone the stanza is building toward.
The closing address — "Hold on tight / And give all you can give" — shifts from the speaker's inner account to a direct exhortation. That pivot can work, but it currently resolves the tension a little quickly. Letting the final paradox breathe a moment longer before the encouragement, or trusting the paradox to stand as the ending, might preserve more of the poem's hard-won ambivalence.
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Tufail Abbas
1 month ago
Brilliant
Brilliant
streshenkofftheresa
1 month ago
Thanks
I appreciate it
streshenkofftheresa
1 month ago
Thanks
I appreciate it
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