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Running on empty
Barely on the radar,
Ran out of fuel.
The tanks empty,
In a life that's too cruel.
The hamster wheel,
In perpetual motion.
Yet in another matrix,
Mind's confused commotion.
Detached from its host,
That's falling apart.
Creaking and groaning,
And aching of heart.
Yet numbness comes often,
Devoid of feelings of home.
If I tried to scream,
I'd barely manage a moan.
Not a blip on the landscape,
But stretching on for miles.
Bodily erosion,
Erasure of smiles.
One foot after another,
Days blur into one.
All sense of purpose,
Tragically seems gone.
But oh there's hope,
Another vision ahead.
A different story,
When I'm gone and dead.
So breathe and exhale,
Keep your eyes on the prize.
This life's just a moment,
And God hears your cries.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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neopoet
3 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem presents a sustained meditation on exhaustion and existential fatigue, employing a series of metaphors to convey the speaker’s sense of depletion. The opening stanzas establish the motif of running out of fuel, with the “hamster wheel” and “matrix” suggesting both futility and confusion. The language is direct, and the imagery is familiar, which grounds the emotional content but may risk predictability.
The poem’s structure is regular, with quatrains and a consistent rhyme scheme (ABCB or similar), which lends a sense of order that contrasts with the chaos described. This formal consistency could be leveraged further to create tension between form and content, but as it stands, it sometimes flattens the emotional impact by making the lines feel interchangeable.
A recurring issue is the reliance on well-worn expressions: “hamster wheel,” “keep your eyes on the prize,” “breathe and exhale.” These phrases are accessible but lack specificity, which can dilute the poem’s emotional force. The poem might benefit from more concrete, individualized imagery that anchors the speaker’s experience in the particular rather than the general.
The emotional arc moves from despair to a tentative hope, culminating in a spiritual reassurance. The transition to hope in the penultimate stanza is abrupt, and the invocation of God at the end introduces a new register that is not foreshadowed earlier. Integrating this spiritual dimension earlier in the poem, or developing it more fully, could create a more cohesive resolution.
The poem’s strength lies in its clear articulation of emotional exhaustion and the search for meaning. Greater attention to fresh imagery, more varied diction, and a more gradual development of the poem’s hopeful turn could enhance its impact and originality.
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Geezer
3 months 2 weeks ago
I like it...
because I feel like this sometimes. I guess that it is almost a universal emotion. I would make a few adjustments to this to keep the meter even or pretty much so.
When you count syllables and keep the sounds together in a rhythm, the reader is mesmerized and caught in the tale. If you listen to good storytellers, they have a rhythmic way of speaking, even if it is free verse. But when you are rhyming, it should be evenly spaced syllables, with the emphasis placed on the regular, even count. Keep working at it, you are getting better. ~ Geez.
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Leslie
3 months 1 week ago
Tigger Kaz!
Great poem, great message, but perhaps I don't share your optimism about God answering prayers!